Kombi Van #2

I had another weekend of weddings and frivolities. My cousin had the most laid back wedding possible for 300 people. It was amazing. A beach wedding and reception at a homestead in the country- with a bus to ferry people to their accommodation until the wee hours of the morning.

And Soleil- felt- lucky.

She was hearing some amazing compliments.

My 'dress' consisted of my mother's skirt, a piece of gift ribbon and a pin- topped off with a button necklace pendant- the button being ripped off another outfit. It was the artiest thing I had ever done in the fashion sense. And.... It just worked. My mother was in awe of it. I looked beautiful- and no one would have a dress like it.

The 'Boston Strangler' from last year was flabbergasted. He of little tact proclaimed 'I don't know if I should say this or not but WOW. Have you lost weight?'. I wish I could have honestly returned the compliment but it was a lie. He had put on about 25 kilos and my sister-in-law couldn't believe that I had been interested in someone so 'big'. He was commenting on me to other people and had to be reminded that his girlfriend was actually in attendance!

There were boys EVERYWHERE trying to impress me. They were trying to get me alone to talk to me. The 'Boston Strangler's' brother was amazed at my Rocky knowledge. Then there was Maverick- so called after Tom Cruise's character in Top Gun.

Maverick has been given a provisional acceptance into the Air Force as a pilot. Hmm..... pilots. They seem to be away a lot AND they are super duper smart. DOUBLE WIN! This one is no exception. In fact, I had met him before at the Tool concert last month. We revealed our inner geeks to eachother via crossword puzzle on the train journey home. This guy ticks boxes.

My cousin thought it would be a good match. My other cousin's friend says that he's not a bad lover- also a nice little piece of advice that ticked boxes. Maverick was practically in. The problem was- did I find him attractive?

Maverick is tall. He has a shaved head- which I NEVER go for. I love the thickest hair possible on a male- like Tom Cruise in real life plus..... an extra metre in height. Tom Cruise is SUCH a short arse. But I really go for the preppy pretty boy/jock look. And Maverick doesn't have that. He admits to being nothing but an unmotivated prick growing up- which intrigues me because he is anything but that now. So.... things progressed and Maverick and I ended up making out in the kitchen. It was getting hot and heavy and he was trying to persuade me to go back to his- OR to stay with me. But..... even though I have not seen Edwardo for weeks now, I just wasn't going to go there in this situation. I told him that he would have to wait. He asked to give ME his number. I promptly replied that THAT was not the way my world worked and that if he was ACTUALLY keen he would need to acquire my number through other means and that I would be open to the prospect of seeing him again through this avenue.

So Maverick left, reluctantly. There were a few people who had to drag him. But I was happy. There was more of a field to play.

Then there was the jacuzzi crowd. The homestead had a huge indoor swimming pool and hot tub. It was 4 in the morning and everyone was loose in the tub. There was Thunderbird- a member of an original band who actually earns money for his art. He was the red-headed guitarist who is often 'made' to dress up in costume on stage. (Well..... he IS a ranga!) Once he even played nude!? (ROCKSTARS!!) Anyway, to put it his way he was- 'melting like butter' in our conversation. He reminded me of 'Blonde Boy Wonder', who was really a ranga, whose company I kept last year. He was from Tasmania- same as my former ranga lover and he even spoke the same. But this guy- purely with the status of muso on his belt- was WAY cooler.

Enter drunk Shane Warne type into the hot tub. He tells Thunderbird that HE likes me and to piss off. We flirt. Thunderbird returns..... and let the game begin. Warney continues for a little with his eye contact and his smiling. He then says that he wants me to get out of the spa so he can give me a private viewing of his 'member'. EWW! And when he presents his crotch area to me and I look away- he gets the message and starts hitting onto my cousin instead. THEN my cousin asks 'Do you have a girlfriend, Warney?' and the reaction is a blunt, resounding 'Yes!'. Hmm..... what a keeper!

So Thunderbird is in the spa. He grabs my hand and starts telling me that we wear rings on certain fingers to signify certain things. The thumb- travel. The index- authority. The middle- you like to party. The ring- you are looking for love (or have it already). The pinky- something about elevated status- I forget. Anyway. He has me holding hands and then he starts following me around. He gives me a foot massage. It is probably the best one I have ever had. It didn't even tickle! Then.... he decides to be my cave man protector. I sleep on the couch- he sleeps below me on the floor. It was sooooooo sweet! So I invite him to spoon. Soon the offer is there of relocating to the kombi. But- this is a family wedding and I have a paranoia about waking up in the morning to find the fam surrounding the kombi van staring in through the window at a butt naked daughter/sister. NOT COOL! To add to the stress, the kombi hadn't been 'christened' so it would have been quite a sordid arrangement. I don't like or appreciate the expectation. PLUS- I was thinking about the other guy. :-/

So Thunderbird and I spooned. He got sick of the fact I hadn't kissed him- so I did. And.... and stuff. And then.... THEN the party moved to the same room as us. AWKWARD! We had nowhere to go- it would have been very obvious to have just retreated to the Kombi. Plus- the expection. I didn't like it. So we stayed there- in an awkward position on the couch- giggling. Eventually he went to the toilet and I spread out and fell asleep- he was relegated to the floor again. Subservient male muso. I didn't think that was supposed to happen. I guess I'm not your regular groupie. In the morning, my breath was foul. I wasn't going to kiss him. In fact, we hugged and that was it. Even though his kisses----- may have been better than the other guy. I was told that Thunderbird's gig is on this coming Tuesday at a well known venue in Melbourne. I can't disclose that because then his identity is compromised- but there is an expectation that I- the lover of music I am- will be there. But I most probably won't. I'll rock up to one of their European shows instead. I wonder if he will remember me?

Morning arrives. Maverick comes back. I hide in a bedroom. Thunderbird and Maverick are talking. Oh shit. This is awkward. I don't even think they have ever met before. I have to stay in the room for at least an hour until the coast is clear. The scenarios that were possible with me out in the lounge room are not good. I don't want them both to know they have shared the same girl. There is general talk about how it wasn't obvious who the single guys were and talk about who picked up. The girls stay tactful to protect me and the boys stay quiet- all the while I am frozen in this nearby bedroom- with paper thin walls and no iPod to distract me. Maverick leaves. I walk out of my self-imposed exile. Thunderbird gets my number. He sees a picture of me dressed as Pippi Longstocking on my cousin's laptop. He's impressed. The theme was what you wanted to be when you grew up. As a ranga- he's oddly a little flattered that I ever wanted to be one. In the words of Kamahl, 'Why are people so unkind?'. :-p

Anyway, Soleil has made an impact. And as for Maverick, I'll keep you posted as to whether or not he calls.....