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I’ve never really been one for Dating.

I have never really been one for going on “dates” and generally I don’t go on them. Dates, to me, seem too false. You meet up with somebody and try to present yourself as an amazing person, witty, smart and fun to be around.

I usually compare people on dates to people who go for interviews for jobs that they don’t really want. You see these people being interviewed and they seem to present themselves as perfect for the role they have applied for. It’s only when you get them in the office/shop floor/wherever that you realised that all that time you invested in your new employee was actually wasted and they’re a bit of a dick that you can’t bare to be around for more than five minutes.

My own personal experience could be a big reason for my aversion to dating. As it goes, I was once on my way to a date and with about 5 minutes before I got to the pub where we said we were going to meet it suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea what her name was. At all. When I first met her I gave her a nickname and that’s what I called her. The date itself came about in strange circumstances. My boss had sent me out to get something for her and I had started talking to the lady behind the till [because I tend to be able to strike up conversation with anybody] and after purchasing the items for my boss was about to leave but was asked for my number. At that point in time I didn’t really want to give anybody my number. So, and I have felt slightly bad since, I gave her my fake number. And thought I got out of there ok, there was a short period where I thought I may have given her my real number but two weeks went by and I realised there were no phone calls or texts so I thought all to be well and that I had got away with my cruel misdead.

But nothing in life is that easy.

I had forgotten that during our chat, before I realised the road it had gone down, I had told here where it was that I had worked. Bad move. At the time I had worked in a very popular camera shop and a customer and his wife were in looking at binoculars. He picked up a pair and his wife said that she was going to look at another shop. And I thought that if he was going to play with binoculars I will too. So I picked up a pair and saw a blurry figure in the distance waving. So, me thinking it was the customers wife paid no mind [the customer and I were both looking in the same direction], but the blurry figure kept waving so I pulled it into focus and in a moment of terror I realised that it was that girl from the shop that I was looking at. And although it sounds like something from a terrible movie, I promise you it actually happened. The customer noting this said “Friend of yours?”. My reply being “Not exactly”.

So when she came into the shop and told me that she had tried the number and hadn’t been able to get through. So I feigned shock and surprise and she said that she was going to dial it and see if my phone went off. At that point I had to give her my actual number as she was standing there and I felt a little guilty [and needless to say cornered] because she had gone to all the trouble of tracking me down.

So, back to the date.

Girl [whose name to this day I cannot remember, the best I can tell you was that it started with either a J or K was late. Now this bugged me quite a bit, because I never like sitting in a pub by myself at the best of times and had to make friends with the people next to me. It’s easy enough done, but still hassle. She arrived and I still had no idea what to call her so I went with “Babe” and it worked well. But to be honest, throughout most of this date I just wanted to go home. I don’t know how people who date do it. Sitting there making small talk, trying not to make it to obvious that you’re bored witless.

Eventually [thank God] one of her friends came along and I managed to catch what her name was. That memory only lasted about 15 minutes.  And we met up with another of her friends. This guy, it was so obvious to tell that he liked “Babe” and she was totally oblivious. And he didn’t like me till I called him on it. With my trademark “So…How long have you fancied XX”. Looking stunned he admitted it was a long time. I really just wanted to go home.

It was later suggested that we went to a night club. I hate night clubs, and I really hated the night club we were going to. But I went, mainly because I had white trainers on and thought I wouldn’t be able to get in and could go round my friend’s house to watch some movies. As you have probably gathered I didn’t really have a romantic interest with this girl and I was kind of going along with it all. But, as I have said before in this post,

nothing in life is that easy.

He let me in! The bouncer who had been turning people away left right and centre let me in with jeans and white [muddy white] trainers. The night gets hazy from that point on but I remember [probably] kissing her and waking up at her house. Where I pulled out my patented ‘leave as early as possible’ manoeuvre. If I have slept round your house you know what I mean.

With this experience is it surprising that I don’t really go on dates. It seems so strange. For two people who barely [and in some cases don’t] know each other having to sit over dinner/movie/in a  bar and mandatorily be expect to have a good time in each others company. I swear that’s how they try and get pandas to mate, and it doesn’t work.

I’m sure there are worse stories of dating. A blog that I have recently started to read about dating is called – Book Editors You should check it out if funny
and a good read. Click the name above to go through to the blog.

This is the first post I have written for this blog in a long while and it’s kind of written in the style that I had lost, with which I had started this blog to begin with. It actually only came about because of a conversation I had today with a friend on mine as she was recounting her dating stories and this one just popped into my head. Well, hopefully you’ve enjoyed what you have read if you would like to see my photography blog feel free to click the link below.

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[moving away from the big BA]

So at the moment, it’s 3:10 as I start to write this post. Most of my
things are packed and ready to go with bits and pieces that I have
to sort out first. In six hours I will be in a car on my way out of
Bangor.

I have know this day was coming for weeks, known that I was
moving out for months, so this hasn’t been a surprise. I mean,
I pack about 90%  of my stuff a week ago. But as I sit here, my
friend Andrew quietly snoring and the worlds worse tumble
dryer in the background. It’s here, six hours from departure
that the emotion hits me at all.

All day I’ve been thinking “Wow, this is actually my last day
in Wales, the last day for a long time that I’ll have my own
personal space to do with as I please”. But, although these
thoughts have been racing through my head. There wasn’t
really an emotional tag to go with them. Until the goodbyes
came.

Now because of growing up, building up my hopes and then
having them crashed down in the last second. I live in a
perpetual state of expecting things to wrong and not getting
excited about them until they actually happen. This counts
for the unhappy side of things as well.

It’s only now that I start to realise that this year has gone fast.
I have done so much with it and still feel like I should have
done more. I’ve seen places I’ve never seen before, I’ve been
on student radio, been a club photographer, watched the sunrise
on a pier, made new friends that I hope I will be able to stay in
contact with. Because, that is what I’m terrible at. And also
these are only the things I can remember straight away.

The people I’ve lived with this year have been amazing and
I truly mean that. Tabs, Will, Big Bear & Mike.

Tabs is my best female friend bar none and has been for a
long time we get on so well, it’s fantastic. We have pretty
much the same tastes in a lot of things but not all things
so we can find things to argue about, which I know sounds
weird, but is something we loved to do.

Drunken conversations with Will were always funny and
when we found ‘Take Me Out’ on ITV I don’t actually
believe we could have been happier at that moment.  And
he was also the first person to call me the happiest person
in Bangor as I always seemed to be smiling.

Big Bear and Mike were two of the most awesome people I
have met. And I’m happy to have moved to Wales to have
lived with them. A quick story, when I first moved here I
was carrying this massive suitcase and I arrived at the
bottom of the steps with it. Mike having just got onto the
landing to make a phone call quickly put down his phone and
helped me carry it up the stairs and this was before he even
knew me. Big Bear was always there with the good advice.
the kind of advice you always knew made sense and he
knew you knew made sense. Then after that we would spend
an hour or two killing zombies or playing Guitar Hero. When
it was Guitar Hero Mike would also be playing and you knew
for a fact the ‘Plug In Baby’ by Muse would be played. I’m not
a Muse fan really but grew to love the song because of the fun
times associated with it.

One of the big things that happened since being in Bangor is
that I finally figured out what I want to do with my life and I
have half of a complete plan. Which is alot more than I have
ever had before, trust me.
As I’m writing this I am getting ridiculously upset, with the
things I’m writing making me remember amazing times had
in and because of Bangor. And it’s all going through at 100mph.
But the thing is this must be normal. I am moving out after a
year of being with the most amazing people and in a great place.
I always knew that this was a great time in my life and like I said
earlier it’s only just hit me it’s over and it”s hit me like a ton of
bricks. It truly has.

[reminds me of home]

Not sure where I found this or exactly how long it’s been saved on my computer.

But seeing it reminds me of home.

The fact that besides Bangor at the moment home is Kent and by weak extension London and that this drawing is obviously not of London makes the fact it reminds me quite strange. But there you go.

Hope you’re all good.

[absent minded]

There are some people that when they stare into
space for a period of time will remark that they
were thinking of nothing.

There are some people that when they stare into
space for a period of time will remark that they
were thinking of everything.

Either way it doesn’t mean that you’re gonna
find out what it is that they were thinking
about.

[facebook status leads to poetry]

So having recently looked back on the haikus and
poems on this blog with Jeni I noticed something
quite worrying. It had been a while since  I had
posted any sort of poetry up and in that also realised
that it had been just as long since I had written a poem.

The problem is inspiration and not knowing what to write
about. I had actually forgotten this worrying thought when
this morning [whilst too tired to get out of bed] I updated
my status on Facebook. Just saying ‘tired’ and this led to
my flatmate commenting, and in the end resulted in me
making poetry.

I’m kinda happy about that.

In case you can’t read it, as it seems to have become bad quality
I’ll rewrite them.

Me –
I have a finite amount of days upon this mortal ride,
And it seems that sleep runs like a thief through my tired mind.
Stealing not gold nor items of much worth,
But only the time I have on this Earth.

Will –
But surely in sleep we discover our dreams,
Where mortal reality is ripped at the seams.
It is this that gives us our hopes and desires,
Till the day we march on to our own funeral pyres.

Me –
But with hopes and desires already considered,
There possibility having faded and withered.
Means that sleeps, the art of subtle realisation,
becomes nothing more that a practice in self deprecation.

I guess that poetic Richard is back.

[the coolest t-shirt I have ever owned]

I present to you, the offensive shirt.

[what I would have looked like as a chick]

These were made by my old flatmate Kate, the three chicks have been
made up to look like other people in the house [namely Rick Graham,
Alex Feery and myself].

I am on the left with a beard playing piano. Rick is in the centre  with emo hair and
a Guinness  under his wing and on the far right we have Alex. And although you
can’t see it he has got flesh tunnels taped on under his ears.

Found this photo recently and it made me giggle. So it’s on the blog.

I may start doing my posts like this just so’s I get into the habit of writing on here.