My festival boyfriends

I just saw the previous post sitting in the outbox and I thought..... I might as well post it. I didn't really give December away. There were plenty of things I missed out. So.... on to the remainder of January. My goal was 10 guys. I can only count 8. There could have been 9 if I hadn't have given my friend the cold shoulder last night. He has been dishing out the flattering compliments for a while now and he had his arms around me while we were watching a movie. And I just seized up. Welcome back to picky-ville, Soleil!

So.... I went to a hippy festival the other weekend where the highs were high and the lows were even lower. I have never experienced anything quite like it.

Happy High Herbs has a lot to answer for. It's a shop- selling herbs. Legally. Down Brunswick St way. God knows how they get away with it. Anyway, they sell liquid cocaine. Now someone mixes this into your solitary can of  UDL and you have a hazy night of thinking you are top shit- waking up in an orange Kombi van next to a yank whose name you have to learn by getting to know his friends over a breakfast of 'Frog In A Hole'. The coffee Yankee made for me had plastic floaties. The pots and pans were dirty. So I declined on the eggs and peeled myself a banana instead.
 
Yankee walked me back to my camp. We had a meeting time of 7 pm at the Sunset Stage. And..... from my end.... It didn't happen.

Then, there was the guy that looked like Hunter S. Thompson from 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'. I kept telling him how boring he was (he was in Superannuation) and he found this endearing. We kissed, we danced, we spoke. Hunter had a slight lisp but was intelligent, just like Yankee. I decided, at this stage in my life, that education was the deciding factor between 'go there' and cold-shoulder. So I went there. He walked me back to camp at sunrise. I retired to a place a lot less comforting than the orange Kombi van.

When I got home, Edwardo messaged. He came over and we didn't even kiss once. He came over another time and.... I better not love him. That would ruin everything.

Then there was a barbecue- where my friend I have known since primary school asked me to marry him. He is actually quite serious and he tells me he loves me all the time. He worries about me and often plays the knight in shining armour..... but I turned it into a joke wedding where there were nude bridesmaids and jelly wrestling. There is shitloads of chemistry there but...... I just can't. My priorities aren't in the same place.....

Another male friend was over last night. There is no chemistry there so I am not even going to kiss him. Not even for the good of the tally. I am wondering though..... what about that guy I never ended up on a date with? Should I attempt to go there? It's probably a waste anyway. It's always rejection when I ask guys out. Edwardo would say something about my attitude. He'd say I should do it. So.... Maybe I should. :-/