Melbourne started off a bit crappy as it was raining constantly for 3 days, but I still managed to get out and about and see stuff. I’m back in Sydney now, but I’m already regretting coming back a little. I think I should’ve given Melbourne longer, it’s a brilliant city (when it’s not raining)! It’s even better when you realise you can pretty much get on any tram without paying.
I got to see a beautiful sunset on the beach and then watched penguins toddling home for the night and I also got to see some tennis (although I haven’t got a clue who was playing), but I did manage to grab a tennis ball as a souvenir. But the main thing I will remember Melbourne for is the people. In 6 days I was there I met some really ace, ace people at the hostel and I was a bit gutted to be leaving them behind – although I’ve already met up with one person in Sydney again and a few more said we’ll meet again when they get to Sydney in a few weeks.
Which leads me onto the one thing I’m finding difficult – finding mates. I can find mates every day, but it’s kind of tiresome to have to start from square one again every few days with new people. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve met loads of ace people from places I never thought I’d meet people from, and being able to keep in touch with them through spazbook is good. But it’s tugging on my heart-strings that people aren’t sticking around. Almost every day since I got to Australia I’ve had people to do stuff with, them people become your best friend for a few days/weeks and most of the time it feels like you’ve known them forever…but now I’m starting all over again and, well, I just can’t be bothered!
I need to get my mojo back which I had last week; I came out of my shell last week, even if I do say so myself, I was the real me (rather than the person happy to sit quietly letting others make decisions) – so much so, I decided “We’re in Melbourne, why are we all sat in…let’s go out” and I managed to corral a group of about 15 people to go out and lead them around St. Kilda pubs.
Which leads me onto another people thing…well, women actually. I had a preconceived notion that everyone ‘travelling’ are all getting jiggy. Unless I’m going to the wrong places I find it’s the total opposite. Although I’ve been knocking around with a really ace American girl the past week who – after a week of flirting with me and me finally building up enough courage to ask her what’s going on – she tells me she doesn’t like me like that. Apparently she’s having a break from men… but either she’s a massive tease or I need a new lesson in reading ‘the signals’ – especially when people in the other hostel kept asking me what was happening between us, something isn’t right. Normally I’d just give up at this point (I’m surprised I got this far to be honest), but she’s here for another 2 days and I’ve got nothing but my dignity to lose and the chance to build a larger hatred of all things American (plus, it’s potentially going to make a great blog post when I get rejected…again). But even if she isn’t interested in me ‘like that’, I’m going to be gutted when she leaves.
Cynical Scribble: continuing being absolutely clueless with the opposite sex, since the time of the dinosaurs.