To boy or not to boy? Part 1.

So, from reading a few of these blogs it seems as though a lot of posts revolve around relationships, crushes and lust in general. So I guess I may as well add another to the mix :)


If you'd asked me about my love life a few months ago, I wouldn't have been able to give you an answer. When you live in this town, and you're looking for a boyfriend*, it's a bit like picking out the green skittles. There just never is as much as what you're looking for. If you're an avid reader of Mirrorboy's blog, you'll know what I'm talking about. Though, I guess I have been a lot luckier than him in that I've actually had a boyfriend, who funnily enough is actually part of Mirrorboy's gay youth group. So, yes, I have experienced a bit more than he has, but mind you, it was just a summer fling. I'll expand on that one day if anyone is interested.


But today, I sit here, drinking a black coffee, waiting for a certain boy to call me. Yes, that's right, Spencer Street comes to blogland with a boy in tow. Though, it's complicated, and technically I'm still single.


See, I've only ever met this boy once. He lives six hours away from me, which is two train trips at a cost of $60 return trip. We met on Myspace, which yes, does sound seedy. But then again, meeting drunk in a bar isn't? Our first few conversations couldn't really be classified as conversations. One comment from him, one back from me, and one in return telling me to add his msn. Which I did. I signed in one day to an offline message from him asking who I was. I linked him to my Myspace in a return offline message, and one night after coming back from a party with two friends (who promptly passed out on my floor) I signed in to see him online. And we talked for a long time, ending with an exchange of numbers. I usually don't do that, so you know there was something special about him. We texted for a few days, and then one evening he rang me. He just asked me if he could ring me, and then he did. We talked for three hours. After that he rang each night for just over a week. I wanted to see him, just as much as he wanted to see me, so I bit the bullet and decided to visit him. He was turning 18 the following Sunday and wanted me there, so I told my parents I was going to visit my friend in Melbourne, purchased the tickets and the next Saturday, with plans to stay two nights with him, boarded the train.
Call me stupid, but it just felt right.


If you want to know what happened next, I'll post the next parts in due time. Let me know!


Spencer <3