2 weeks later...

It never ceases to amaze me how much my life changes on a weekly basis. I'm not sure how I keep up with this stuff, sometimes I know I don't, but it's always eventful!

The day of my last post, I went to the annual Tattoo expo in Sydney.
I got myself tattoo # 7, a black cat, behind my left ear.
It made me feel better.
I would never advise someone to get a tattoo while they are upset, drunk, whatever, but it's a little different for me.
I have a list, about 15 so far, of tattoos I want to get. Every time there is a life changing event for me, and that day was one in a sense, I get a new tattoo. Whether it's good, bad, whatever, it signifies a change, a new path.
Tomorrow I'm going to inspect about 4 places with April, on our seach for our new home together. That's the first biggest change.

This morning, I offically met this guy, who has so far I've had a story with that's like a movie:

I first noticed this guy awhile ago, on my train.
He has all these amazing tattoos on his arms, he has this look that I totally dig, and I saw him and thought, "Wow."
Now, I'm a pretty shy person at times, so I kind of just left it as a nice view on my way to work.
Then I started to notice him looking at me.
We'd do the whole "checking each other out but looking away if the other noticed" kind of thing and it was cute and amusing.
Then we'd start to smile at each other.
It always made my morning.
This week, on Monday morning, I kind of noticed him paying particular attention. I wondered what he was doing, I started to really kick myself for not getting the nerve to just say hi, or something!
Tuesday comes along, more smiles, he watches me get off the train, I'm getting more annoyed with myself for just not at least saying bye, something!
Wednesday morning, I tried to, I really did, but I completely chickened out and felt a bit silly when I got to work. I saw Jimmy in the morning and told him about it, and I threw around the idea of maybe saying something via Mx, the free newspaper that everyone reads on the trains in the afternoon and has a section called "Here's looking at you" where you can send a little note to someone who's caught your eye.
Wednesday evening I was offered a lift to Sutherland with Eva, and nearly took it, but decided nah, get the train. I nearly didn't grab the Mx, but last minute decided to. I was going to change my bag that night, which is black and has spikes all over it, until I opened the Mx.
And there it was.
He had written in.
To me.
Saying my smile made his morning.
I nearly had a heart attack! I called April straight away, kind of losing my shit, as  you do hehe, and thought "this is it! you have to say something now!"
Thursday morning, he gets on and the train is packed. We couldn't even stand near each other, let alone me say hi.
So, I did something I've never done before.
 I wrote him a note.
Saying that his smile makes my morning too, with my name and number on it.
I got courage from somewhere, and handed it to him as I was getting off the train. I could have died on the spot, what if I got it wrong? What if it wasn't him? I was so sure it was the night before, I was so sure that was meant for me, I just KNEW. I always tend to question myself though, bad habit.
Not 20 mins later...
I get a text.
From him.
All my doubts flew away.
We kept texting during the day, strangly finding more and more in common with each other than I had expected. It was amazing.
This morning, we finally, offically, said hi to each other. We chatted on the train, he got off with me and we grabbed a coffee, it was just, wow. I don't know where this guy came from, how I've never come across him before, we have mutual friends for fuck sake!
Regardless, it's been pretty amazing, bizarre, random and just, fantastic. We're going to meet again next week after work and I have to say, maybe, just maybe, this is yet another new path in my life. Regardless, I've made a new friend, and he's super cool. Just like me :)

(I've been talking to Eva about this and she told me that she's been praying for me for a while now, which melted my heart, and this is what she's been praying for:
"

hi god, me again
please bring connie a nice man who will rock her socks off.
she deserves it, no more a-holes please.
just a nice guy who likes tattoos, coffee, makes her giggle and shares of her love of all things weird and wonderful.
that would be tops.
kthanxbai, amen & bazinga"

 

There might be a slight part of me, that hopes that prayer is finally coming true. Not necessarily with this guy, but soon, with someone.