I am SO not giving out my phone number to random men anymore.
One such man called me last night and I seriously had no idea who he was or how he got my number, yet he seemed to know an awful lot about me.
Then I remembered - it was Ivan (pronounced Eee-vahn) the Croatian who I gave my number to while chatting on RSVP a couple months ago (right after BB Idiot).
We actually did have a phone conversation back then, but I was sick as a dog and we decided that we'd catch up when I was better.
Well apparently he thought I should be better by now.
Eeee-vahn called me from an oil rig somewhere in the Indian Ocean. He works 3 weeks on 3 weeks off. Not sure what he does but it's something involving lots of grease and sweat and such.
He is also studying his Cert 3/4 in Fitness and in the process of building a PT studio in the backyard of his home in a lovely, leafy, inner city suburb.
Yeah, sounds promising but COULD NOT BE FUCKED!
Then, Bachelor No. 3 starts texting me this morning at work. Geez....I've got enough personal shit to deal with at work (blogging, facebooking etc) I just haven't got time to answer goddam text messages from guys I am never ever going to have sex with.......EVER! Seriously, the guy was so petite that if I rode him like a crazy cowgirl I'd probably snap his pelvis!
Yes, I know that by taking this attitude I am definitely going to fail 100 Day Challenge Goal No. 6 but I'll just have to grin and bear it......ya know...if I can't grin and BARE it....
This post is dedicated to Ms E. who asked me - "Where's Thursday?" PS - Apologies to Bachelor No. 3 if you were stalkerish enough to track down my blog but I did warn you.