Hello, long lost blog! I really need to pick up writing in this old thing. So far nothing note worthy has really taken place, other than a lot of transition into living a new life. Oh change, how you mock me. So you are all probably wondering what the above title has to do with the post, well pretty much everything! Life in Australia has been the complete opposite so far from my old life. Seriously…EVERYTHING is different. I am testing out my theory though on a particular difference. Only one is all my time living in the US did I ever get randomly asked out, and by random, I mean a total stranger. That one time consisted of a gentleman who I gave my parking spot to, since I was leaving. He happened to find one before I got to mine and then bolted across the parking lot to find me and asked me to coffee. I lied and told said gentleman that I had boyfriend. Because why in the world would I go out with someone who I have never even had a conversation with…I call rape!
So with that said, I got asked out the other day, by the bus driver. The first and only time that I have taken the bus here, I get propositioned. And yes…I froze…I didn’t know what to do. So I said yes…lucky for me though I had to get off the bus and was unable to exchange information. So no bus driver date for me. Ahh…that was a close one. I guess I don’t think I can pull out the boyfriend card here quite yet. So the answer to the above question is…Tell them you have a boyfriend. Or, if you are interested…go out with them. But in my case it was a stranger and the boyfriend card would have been well used. So, if everything else here is backwards, maybe my dating life will be to and I have many more random date propositions. One can only hope 😉
As I have mentioned before I am not a flirt, if anything I am the opposite, I am a non flirt, a nirt if you will. Yes that’s right, I just made up an awesome new word. I become an incompetent nerd around men who are attractive. Give them a great personality on top of the hotness and I am screwed. I think a part of me thought that moving to another country might take away some of my 13 year old girl insecurity. Because now I am the foreigner…I am interesting if only for the sole reason that I am not from here. I lived in Los Angeles for the past nine years, that has to be interesting right. I have the accent now. Yet, that stupid 13 year old girl inside of me keeps rearing her ugly head. Truth, I am interesting, and not in a bragging because I am great way, but I have had a pretty interesting life. I am musician and I just left everything for adventure. Yet around cute men I become mute. Case in point my latest adventure into the city.
Here I am all excited to go exploring on my own in Sydney, I’m all by myself. I walk to the train station and am immediately overcome with confusion, concerned that I am getting on the wrong train. Right next to me is a very cute Australian boy…let me stress again…VERY CUTE! Here is my opportunity to be not me…after all I am starting over in a new country, be bold Kara, talk to him, ask for help. Do I do that…NOOOOOOO…of course not. That would be to cool. Instead He looks my way and I look down at the ground obviously very preoccupied with whatever is staring back at me. Smooth move Kara. Next instead of asking cute boy for directions, which will in turn lead to a conversation about where I am from, which will then lead to a date and the ultimate end of marital bliss, I call my friend who I am staying with to make sure I am about to board the right train. STUPID STUPID Me! Ahh…good bye Australian husband, we would have had a wonderful life together ;). So here I am in a new Country still being my awkward self and trying to convince myself that I am a beautiful confident women, any man would be lucky to be with me. Yay, same girl, still awkward. If only moving would rid me of my 13 year old self!
Oh how I have missed you blog! I’m all moved, to another country. That’s right I have left the comforts of the US all in the name of adventure and moved to Sydney Australia. Now that I am all moved I plan on reviving this thing as I have MUCH more free time than normal and the ability to blog. I don’t have a job, or friends, so for now lets take the time to focus on this blog. I have been writing a million posts in this noggin of mine and can’t wait to get it all out on “paper”. Ahh…It feels good to be back!
Moving your life halfway across the world causes a girl to reflect, and redefine things. It also causes a ton of self discovery. My current discovery is a doosey! I am the ex girlfriend that every boyfriend hates. Why…do you ask? Well it is really quite humorous. I have remained close to every mom of every boyfriend I have had. The men may have been douches, but they have wonderful moms who adore me and I them. I made this discovery as the first few people I talked to when I finally got over here was the mothers of my ex boyfriends. I laughed when I realized this. I don’t talk to them. There is no communication between me and the ex’s but I still go to coffee with the mom’s or now I skype with them. Ha! I refuse to give them up. I love them, they have been mom’s to me too. Especially when my own mother is far away and has never really understood me. To the Ex’s I’m sorry that your mom’s love me so much, but get used to it! 😉