Double Trouble

Anyone for a sandwich?

An ode to my cave

Man-proof cave I really luvs you.

You're where I go when there's cherries of poo

You keep me warm and safe and sane.

That's why I return, again and again.

Love Frankie

Weird fucker

From this....

To this????

excuse me I need my Tena Lady's ... PMSL.

Canuck Post Mortem

So....after putting his chest out there on the dating site, Mr Canuck still decided to contact me on the Saturday after our date.  Just a casual text...'how are you?' blah blah, all very friendly - then I may or may not have gotten stuck into him.

I may or may not have asked why he was bothering to contact me as his 'bod shot' on the dating site AFTER our date said quite a lot about his feelings on the whole thing.  He turned it around so that it was ME who wasn't interested and asked...'why can't you accept that I'm interested in you?' blah blah blah.  Pfffft!  Fucktard.

I then may or may not have mentioned 'kids in a candy store' and my aversion to being 'candy'.  He may or may not have stopped texting me after that.

Frankie - 1, Canada - 0.

Umm....

Frankie's Phatness

You may or may not have noticed that all my health, FM, fitness and fatness posts have been disappearing over the last couple of weeks.  They're not gone, just moved.  

I've not posted a lot about it this year...I think I only counted 13 posts.  That's because I'd had a gut full of it.  Pain, treatment, injuries...I just could not take one more physio or chiro session, so I went cold turkey.

Also, I'd become increasingly uncomfortable blogging here in this space about my health and fitness stuff.  This started out as a weight loss blog, but morphed into something else - way more fun.  I love hanging out here :o)  

But, I've got to pull my head out of the sand, have things treated, get fit again and kick some serious arse.  My wake up call was my knee fuck up recently.  I damaged the cartilage....and it's still not better, but it at least got me going back to the physio.

There's two sides to Fifi....so if you want to see what the other side gets up to...the link is in the sidebar.

Vlog with ranting

Date Report - Amended

And this is what I do.

Defences up...way up, before I've even finished the drive home.   "He doesn't like me, he can't possibly.  Much safer if he doesn't."

I was self conscious on our date, but that's because he was kinda cute.

I liked that he kissed me on the cheek when I arrived.

I liked it when he put his arm around me to move me out of the way of rampant cyclists.

He had gorgeous blue blue eyes.

He said I was beautiful.

When he kissed me on the cheek to say goodbye, I wished he'd kissed me on the lips.

There...ok?

EDIT - I was slapped severely around the head and shoulders today by two of my oldest friends (nearly 30 years I've known them), who know my game, know my crap and know what I'm doing.  So, now I'm out there...hanging in the wind, waiting for some guy to call me.  Happy?

A conversation with my daughter (Facebook Edition)

Recently I noticed that my 14 year old had changed her Facebook profile photo to one of her in a bikini.  The photo comments went as follows.

Frankie - Put some clothes on young lady.

Alex - Well put your norks away mummy.

Frankie - Ok, let's call it a draw.

The end.

Date Report

I'm not sure what's up with me, but it's like I just don't care anymore.  I'm just not feeling it.  And it's been so long since I remember feeling 'it', that I don't know if I'd recognise it anyway.

The date was ok.  It was nice. 

He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, ordered our coffees and we chatted.  Yeah, I was pretty self-conscious but did a good job at hiding it.  He was kinda attractive I guess.  I didn't really have any thoughts on that either way.  We got on well....but not how I imagine it should be.  No 'spark'. 

He may have felt the same way....not sure.  Anyway, coffee and a bit of a walk on the beach and we were through.  It had to be quick as I needed to be home to take Ethan for a karate grading.

He walked me to my car and we said goodbye.  He kissed me on the cheek - and that was it.

So...

If I hear from him, great.  If not, great.

What's it supposed to feel like on a first date with a total stranger?  

I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to feel NOTHING AT ALL.


EDIT - actually I don't know if I want him to call me at all.  All I want to do is train this spring/summer.  Quite desperately actually.  Man Proof Cave/work/train/eat/sleep.  That would make me happier than anything - getting in a solid few month's training without injury.  THAT is something I have feelings about.