Reminder from St Valentine
February 15th 2009 05:00
I'm not too sure how to describe this type of event. I had a couple of clinger on friends for the night, but was told not to bring them as rocking up with two other males for the night would endanger the gender imbalance. Reluctantly, I shook off two friends in replacement for what would be one friend - the only one I knew at the party before it had begun.
He's got two new housemates, and as always I must commend him on his choice of people to live with. It seemed that a wrong impression had been made somewhere along the line as I did not receive much eye contact from the two newbies aside from the customary hello and goodbye. Except for one moment in the night...
Now my guess is that she's single. She had treated the Valentine's Day party like a housewarming as she commandeered full music playlist duties for the night to let us know who was in charge. That's cool. I don't remember the song, but from across the loungeroom I warmly revelled in seeing her to be relaxed enough to dance midway through the night. She noticed my response to her movements, as she ceased and looked over to me wistfully.
Now it was notable that for a large part of the night more than half the people present were in the balcony smoking cigarettes - and I being at this current time very keen on ceasing the same habit felt let down by so many present apparently keen on the opposite. I made do with the non-smokers, and found conversations to go down well with the beer and Nicabate lozenges. As curiousity got the better of me I went outside and lit one up, yet found myself cornered by a wall and a large woman with her back towards me.
From which point I began to think the party was a bit of a dud.
Henceforth, my response to the wistful glance was an altogether unintentional grimace - which I have come to regret more than the smoking. My current stance of having quit half way has made me notice the gap in my life, that lack of a constant female companion to end the evening with. Quitting smoking feels very much like losing a friend, and this Valentine's Day reminder brought me back to reasoning with myself to make a concerted effort with an interested female, as well as potential friends, whenever the opportunity is there to do so.
Maybe even in a situation where being a non smoker is an advantage. As we must all remember, optimism pays. In small yet aesthetically pleasing dividends.
He's got two new housemates, and as always I must commend him on his choice of people to live with. It seemed that a wrong impression had been made somewhere along the line as I did not receive much eye contact from the two newbies aside from the customary hello and goodbye. Except for one moment in the night...
Now my guess is that she's single. She had treated the Valentine's Day party like a housewarming as she commandeered full music playlist duties for the night to let us know who was in charge. That's cool. I don't remember the song, but from across the loungeroom I warmly revelled in seeing her to be relaxed enough to dance midway through the night. She noticed my response to her movements, as she ceased and looked over to me wistfully.
Now it was notable that for a large part of the night more than half the people present were in the balcony smoking cigarettes - and I being at this current time very keen on ceasing the same habit felt let down by so many present apparently keen on the opposite. I made do with the non-smokers, and found conversations to go down well with the beer and Nicabate lozenges. As curiousity got the better of me I went outside and lit one up, yet found myself cornered by a wall and a large woman with her back towards me.
From which point I began to think the party was a bit of a dud.
Henceforth, my response to the wistful glance was an altogether unintentional grimace - which I have come to regret more than the smoking. My current stance of having quit half way has made me notice the gap in my life, that lack of a constant female companion to end the evening with. Quitting smoking feels very much like losing a friend, and this Valentine's Day reminder brought me back to reasoning with myself to make a concerted effort with an interested female, as well as potential friends, whenever the opportunity is there to do so.
Maybe even in a situation where being a non smoker is an advantage. As we must all remember, optimism pays. In small yet aesthetically pleasing dividends.
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