Risky Business

The gentleman with the shaved head staring at the camera with a very delicious smoldering look is Patrick. Oh, and that cute as a button blonde on his shoulders holding the Canadian flag? His daughter Nadia.

So what is the deal with Patrick?

I like him, a lot. We've spoken online for a while (although there was a 5 month intermission where he had practically no notice to go to work in Europe) and last night we spoke on the phone for the first time.

Yeah, this is a little out of character for me, I am aware of that. But Liz, a very wise friend, gave me some advice the other day that has me thinking. If I'm not happy with the way life is going then I must learn to take some risks, even if those risks are scary. She asked if I wanted to go through life wrapped in a blanket. My answer? No.

But technically that's what I've been doing for the last 22 years, hasn't it? Growing up, I was a good kid, I rarely did anything that would be considered risky. I was smart, I focused (mostly) on school, I didn't drink when I wasn't suppose to, I didn't stay out late, didn't date boys til I was about 15 (and when I did they were mostly nice boys) and I didn't watch movies or listen to music with too many swear words. I am responsible.

It's not that being responsible isn't a good thing, because it is. But maybe there is such a thing as too responsible? Sometimes I feel old. Not just a little old, but like I'm 42 instead of 22.

So maybe the Patrick thing will be setting myself for some undue heartache, but it's a risk I am willing to take. I don't want to go through life full of regrets. "What if..".

Not that I'm going to be stupid while taking risks or throwing caution to the wind. There's risks and then there's being a dumbass and getting into a situation not easy to get out of. Patrick turns 29 on the 18th and invited me to come to Moncton with him for the weekend of the 21st to celebrate. Even get me my own room so I won't be pressured into sleeping with him (since that's the other thing I've never done, ever). But I don't feel right about doing that without having at least spent a bit of time with him. Although, he did offer to drive up for coffee. But that's a long drive for a cup of joe.

He's going to call me again tonight and I'm looking forward to it. I like him, he likes me. I'm not worried about the fact that he lives 3 hours away right now. I'm not worried about the fact that he has a daughter. Infact, I like that. Show's what kind of man he is. Loves his daughter so much, and it takes nothing to get him to talk about her, he sends me pictures of her being adorable. I love that. Plus, he likes animals, which is good.

Did I mention he has a sexy accent? He's from Holland. Served in the Dutch Marines and in the Dutch Navy as an Engineer. So you know the man has brains. Good sense of humour too.

Can't be any worse than dating Keith.

First Impressions

Photo taken July 1st, 2006. Canada Day! Looking good for being 139 years old, eh? ;)

We had a fight today but are getting it sorted out. I guess that's what happens with the both of us are feeling not so good inside. We are very much a like and so, I think, when we both get into a mood about something we tend to clash.

But Abby (left) is my best friend. We met at a boarding house we were both living in. It was funny too because she came out, her hair was black, skin pale, tattoo's showing and pierced up. I was terrified. She offered to give me a hand moving in and I politely said no and hurried into my room. She thought I was skiddish, I thought she was a gothic freak.

Turns out we were both wrong and despite our problems she is one of the best friends I have ever had.