Darwin Town

Soleil had an interesting experience in Darwin Town. It was Tuesday night. Apparently EVERYONE goes out on a Tuesday. "Like a Uni night?" I hear you saying. NO- EVERYONE GOES OUT! And people are not the only things hanging out. Boobs. Boobs are the word. It's Tits-Out-Tuesday.

Free champagne for ladies is served by topless barmen who would easily be asked for ID at any venue. C'mon Darwin! You could have given me something a little better to look at! There were drinks called 'Frozen Pussies' which were $4 a pop, and pole dancers with their own little 'tits out' routine. Granted it was a little tacky, but it was still fun. However, maybe the ads on the toilet doors at Darwin Airport had a point when it warned everyone to stay clear of AIDS. The last time I saw a poster like that was at Monash Swimming Pool. It said 'If it's not on, it's not on.' I think I was 12. It was scary. This poster was scary. Was I going to catch AIDS from the pool?

Enter James. Miner living in the NT, travelling to WA the next day. No strings. I catch his eye. We dance. It was very similar to the ranga story, really. Only there was not going to be a month of dating to follow. not even a day. It would only be a 'no-strings-attached' union. And Darwin has AIDS. Soleil does not want AIDS. Not from the swimming pool and not from James. Soleil is a good girl. So James, my tall ex-farmer (HA! Farmers AGAIN) who was born in Mt Buller, I bid you adieu. And I'm sorry. I know it was Tuesday. But that doesn't mean I'll get my tits all the way out. They're fine some of the way out. They are amazing. Everyone loves Soleil's tits. But..... They just ain't for you, buster!

On another note, Housemate moves out next week. The crush is crushed! FINALLY! Because seriously, it was driving me mental. My friend says I should get another male housemate. But do I really need them crushing on me or vice-versa? I think I should spare people (and myself) the angst. Crushes have AIDS. I hate them. Unlike swimming pools. They are alright now. They've been cured.

In other news, there is some action on the internet dating front. Some who have zero shot. Like the cute shearer (SEE! FARMERS AGAIN!) with the four kids who wants me to move to Ballarat. But I think there are a few in there which may see themselves on 'How to Choose a Guy in Ten Days' like the Lawyer from Brighton- even though his taste in music is absolute RUBBISH (he did ask nicely for me not to hold it against him and somehow that worked).

OOH! Email from Lawyer boy! I do worry when people don't understand my sarcastic profile. I will have to post what I have actually written. It attempts to lure in the intelligent hotties, but sometimes it backfires. This lawyer writes a lot as one word and spells quite atrociously. I just broke the news to him in a reply that I can actually spell. I wonder if this diminishes my chances with said lawyer...... NAH! I just updated my photos and the pics are smokin! If it intimidates, I would seriously think he was full of BS anyways. A lawyer who can't spell? Really? We'll see.