I will try my best to summarise my recent series of events.

I had two friends from Pants Party Perth fly to Brisbane for a week to surprise me for my birthday.  It was one of the best surprises I’ve ever had.  I find it so challenging to express how grateful I am with mere words.  Little do they know, these boys supported me through some really difficult times, and to meet them was like meeting my heroes.

We had a fantastic week together, during which I turned 20 years old.  (Happy birthday to me!) I had two gatherings for my birthday; the first was a small gathering with the boys from Perth on my actual birthday and the second was a big gathering which we VIP’d the Mana Bar for.  My friends and I wore Sailor Scout costumes we sewed ourselves for both parties, which looked great, if I don’t say so myself.

After the second, bigger gathering, some ‘interesting’ (such a vague word, I love it) events occurred that resulted in me breaking things off with the guy I was seeing.  My close friends and the people who were there know what happened, and it’s not really a big deal.  Point is that it’s over, but for now we’re still in contact.

In the meantime, I’m being chased by guys once again.  This is not a bragging point.  I greatly dislike being hounded and sought after.  I’ve said the same thing over and over; I’m interested only in friendship for now.  If I am interested in a guy, I will chase them myself, because I enjoy the challenge and can do it at my own pace.  At the same time though, I’ve made some good friends, the kind I hope to keep… Endrant (I invent the coolest new words…).

Apparently I made a good impression, because in 2 weeks I leave Brisbane to stay with my Perth friends for a month.  I’m counting down the days until I leave this crazy city and start my wonderful holiday.  I will probably update my website from there if I get time.

I’m at the level of tiredness where I can barely keep my eyes open, strange considering it’s not even 1am.  Usually I stay up much later.

I will upload photos soon, if I remember to.

<3 DarkSlinky.

Thursday I spent the day practising pool with Alex and shopping with Gavin… nothing exceptionally interesting from what I can remember.

Friday evening I went to another Christmas party with Gavin.  All the people there were 5 – 15 years older than me, but because I’m used to being around older people (my siblings) I didn’t feel out of place.  I lost count of how many glasses of champagne I had and I ended up making good friends with one lady, her name escapes me.  She started calling me ‘Little Sister’, hahah.  Oh, I had an absolute ball.

The partner of the lady who hosted the party is a chef and he cooked stacks of the most incredible food I’ve ever eaten.  Like, you know how you eat something delicious but after a while you sort of get over it?  It wasn’t like that with this food.  I couldn’t stop myself eating it.  Then there was dessert!  Far out…  I’ll never forget that food, ever.  You guys should be jealous!

So on Saturday I was pretty hung over, but I got up and went shopping with my mum.  We had lunch together and all that, it was nice spending time with her.

I got in contact with one of my friends from primary school (the beautiful Blair, affectionately known as Belairsan) and we decided to meet up again and hang out for a while.  We went down to the dam and had a really good chat about different issues and stuff…  We severed contact about a year or so ago because she and my ex didn’t get along, but now he’s gone and I realised how much I missed her.

She wanted to meet Gavin so he came over and we had dinner and went swimming and all that fun stuff.  They got along well which makes me really happy.  My ex never really got along with my friends and I always thought it would be nice to have someone who actually made an effort to make friends with my friends.

I’ve since told all of my friends to be open with me about what they think about my partners, rather than pretending to like them just for my sake.  I’ve learnt to be open with my friends about my relationships which, in my opinion, is of the utmost importance.  There should be no reason to hide if you’re upset over an argument you’ve had with your partner or whatever, and it’s good to have the support and advice of other people.  That way they can tell you if they think you’d be happier without that person, although sometimes I know it can be hard to listen when denial kicks in.

Saturday evening Gavin and I watched Seven Pounds.  I highly recommend it.  I found I could really relate to the main character; feelings of detachment from the world and the desire to go beyond all expectation to help people without repayment.  I don’t feel obligated or anything like that, nor do I expect recognition.  I just know what it feels like to feel helpless and alone and I don’t want other people to feel that way if I can do something to help prevent it.  Basically, I care.  A lot of people have told me things, especially recently, that they say they have never told anyone else before.  I have a great amount of respect for that and appreciation for the trust people put in me.

This promotion of Gavin’s, while making me exceptionally proud of him, has also made me feel… hmmm, I can’t think of the word.  I want people to be proud of me and my achievements like I see they’re proud of him, but the things I’m proud of for me are things that go unnoticed by the general population.  Like, rather than receiving a work related promotion, I might have a stranger open up to me and tell me about their darkest secrets and suicidal thoughts and I’ll help them through it, no matter what it takes.  It’s not something I can go and tell the world, but knowing I’ve made a world of difference to someone somewhere in the world is extraordinary.  I want to make a difference in peoples’ lives.  I’d like for people to remember me as a distant girl known as ‘DarkSlinky’ who guided them from the past to the future.

I went off on so many different tangents just then, in true SLINKY style!

Sunday and Monday were uneventful, although today Nicki replied to an e-mail I sent him.  It was only a few lines but I was overjoyed to hear from him.

Oh!  How could I forget?  Today was Gavin’s first day and, by some astronomically unlikely coincidence, he happens to be working with someone from my clan; Fraternity of Valour.  This is someone I haven’t met before, I completely forgot he lives in Brisbane and seriously, what are the odds that Gavin would just happen to notice he had a message on Facebook from someone in Fraternity of Valour?  I’m looking forward to meeting him.  I just can’t believe how small the world is sometimes.

Tomorrow Emma arrives in Australia. YAY!!  I am SO excited.

<3 DarkSlinky.

My parents left early on Friday morning so they could drop my Nanna at her twin brother’s house in Gin Gin. Gavin and I travelled up later in the afternoon because I needed to wait until lunch time to sign up with our new internet company, and he didn’t finish work until 3pm.

I spent the morning with Alex, trying to ‘sort out’ my Christmas present, driving to different places to see if they could do what he needed done to it. I had no idea what it was and he wouldn’t tell me so it was a bit of a mystery tour for me. In case you didn’t realise, I love ‘mystery tours’ and ‘adventures’ and anything that involves going somewhere with someone and causing mischief. In the end we gave up and went back to his place where he gave in and showed me what it is; a glove that fits over the first three fingers on your hand to help a pool cue slide along your thumb easier. He told me he intended to get “Slinky” embroidered in hot pink along one of the fingers. It sounds a bit random but Alex has been teaching me to play pool properly and my hands get sweaty easily so I constantly have to put chalk on my hand to help the cue slide along my thumb. Wearing a glove means I don’t have to worry about getting blue chalk all over my face anymore! Yay! Now all I need is a customised black pool cue with “Slinky” up the side in pretty writing. I might even start designing it.

The drive up to Bundaberg in the afternoon wasn’t exciting. I mean, it is just 4 hours of driving through Australian bush… Haha. It gave Gavin and I the chance just to be together and talk, though, which was really nice.

We stayed at my Mothers’ Aunty Nina’s (pronounced Nine-ah) for the weekend. She’s an amazing woman. Her name is actually Ingaborg, but my Grandmother (who was her little sister) couldn’t pronounce Ingaborg when she was young so she just started calling her Nina, and it stuck. She’s 89 years old, completely blind, mostly deaf and lives alone in a house she has owned for 55 years. She was very close to her two sisters, my Grandmother, Esther, and my Aunty Betty. Sadly they have both passed away, my Grandmother in December 2007 and Aunty Betty in January of this year. It pains me to think about it. My Aunty Nina is a lot like my Grandmother and I found myself often close to tears while I was with her. My Grandmother was a beautiful and inspirational woman and I miss her every day.

Saturday was a huuuuuge day. Firstly Gavin and I went to the Bundaberg Rum Factory in the morning. We bought 9 bottles of Rum Liqueur because that’s the only place you can buy it. It wasn’t all for us, we’re not that obsessed. 3 bottles were for Gavin’s mother, 3 bottles were for Gavin and 3 bottles were for me and my Dad. Okay, maybe we’re a little obsessed, but hey, rum is delicious.

We then met my Uncle and his girlfriend for lunch at my Mothers’ friend’s new Yum cha restaurant. Just so you know, poor Gavin was overloaded with my relatives throughout the weekend. He had never met any of these people before.

After lunch we went with my parents to a go kart track. Last time we went there I wasn’t quite old enough to drive a two-stroke go kart and I had to drive a four-stroke with my little nephew, but this time I was old enough. I was terrified I would flip and crash and explode and die but I’m the sort of person who challenges myself to do things I’m afraid of. I took the leap and enjoyed every second of it. I discovered I’m really not too bad at drifting around corners! My dad was so proud. I even overtook Gavin twice, but to be fair, his first go kart died and he weighs a lot more than I do. I’ve ended up with a massive bruise on my knee where it was resting against the steering column. I also got bruises on my shoulder blades from the seat and a burn on my arm from the engine, but it was all worth it. I had an absolute ball. I’d love to race professionally.

The three of us (Dad, Gavin and I) came off the track all sweaty and dry mouthed so my mother drove us to Bargara for a swim at the beach. It’s not a particularly impressive beach but a relaxing swim in the ocean will never go undesired on a hot day in Queensland.

Saturday afternoon was spent hunting for a pair of nice shoes because I had forgotten to pack mine and then getting all dressed up for my mothers’ cousin’s 50th birthday party. I’ll be uploading photos of all of these adventures.

My Auntie’s party was a lot of fun. Gavin and I spent the night meeting relatives, spending time with my parents, hunting for food and dancing. At one point I convinced Mum to come on to the dance floor with me and show me some of her dance moves from when she was my age. I always love dancing with Mum but after a while of dancing with her a man I hadn’t met before came over and swept me up in a dance of his own. Mum seemed relieved to be able to resume her seat. I can’t recall his name, but he was really good and he spun me around and round and swayed me and I just laughed the whole time. He said I did really well. I’ve never danced like that before and I certainly won’t be forgetting it in a hurry. He must have been a friend of my Auntie’s.

When our dance was over I politely thanked him and returned to my seat with Gavin, who was talking to my Mother and my Mother’s cousin. Turns out this cousin, Ian I think his name is, is a photographer and had been watching me throughout the night. He was telling Gavin and Mum about how he thinks I’m photogenic and would like to have a photo shoot with me one day. I felt incredibly flattered. It was the icing on the cake, my night was officially awesome. Little did I know it would only get better.

Upon exiting the party, quite a few of my Auntie’s commented on how good looking Gavin was and told me in private that they think he’s a wonderful man, a ‘keeper’ they called him, and told me to look after him. I told them I would most certainly keep this one.

My parents, Gavin and I returned to Aunty Nina’s house at about 11pm. When we got out of the car I commented on how beautiful the sky looked and the four of us stood there for a while trying to find the Southern Cross, but it must have been out of our view. I told them I’d like to sit outside for a while and watch the sky, one of the things I love to do if I have spare time in the evening. Gavin offered to join me. I can’t remember the last time I star gazed with company so it was really nice to have someone there with me.

While we sat there together and watched the stars I told Gavin about how they make me feel like both me and my problems are so small and insignificant. If I were to die the universe wouldn’t even flinch, it’s just so incomprehensible and vast. I’m just a spec in a picture so huge we meagre humans can’t even comprehend it. It gives me a sense of peace amongst the chaos and mayhem of my mind. I told him about how the stars remind me of people who have passed on from this life, how I’ve been to a lot of funerals for someone my age and how I miss each and every one of them. I told him about the numbness I’ve felt inside for the past few years, how I struggle to feel emotion after hurting for so long. He touched my cheek and must have felt that it was damp, because he pulled me close and told me I’m his world. Such a beautiful moment, you know the kind that just melts your heart? I’ve experienced more of these moments in the past month than I had over the course of my whole life. I’m appreciating every second of it.

Our weekend concluded nicely with the drive home being much the same as the drive up, except that we stopped for lunch at an old style Pizza Hut, which was a thoroughly enjoyable experience.

I find myself missing Nicki. A few weeks ago that he decided he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore; I don’t fully understand why. I wasn’t angry with him or anything, I just told him that I would miss him but that I wanted him to be happy and that he should do whatever he needed to do to achieve that. I guess his decision was to cut me out of his life. My life really isn’t the same without him and I hope he contacts me again sometime soon. I’m going to think about maybe contacting him myself.

Hmm. The bruise on my knee is turning black. That’s kind’ve freaky.

Sleep. Sleep.

<3 DarkSlinky.

So the story begins with a message I received on Saturday from my ex-boyfriend asking if he could pick up the fishing gear he left behind.  I replied saying no, because I was out and wouldn’t be home until the following day.  He asked if I could have it ready Monday, I replied saying no because I’m flat out all week and that I would get everything ready in the following week and contact him then.  He replied telling me that he needed it this week, and to stop being ‘difficult’ and ‘ridiculous’, clearly not realising it’s his fault he failed to contact me earlier, and not mine.

Something you have to understand is that my ex has always had his way growing up, so if he doesn’t get his way he’ll stomp his foot and whinge and whine until he’s satisfied.

I wouldn’t back down.  I continued to say that I simply didn’t have time and he would have to wait. He wouldn’t back down either, so I began to ignore his messages, which gradually became more frequent and abusive.  I was telling the honest truth, too, about being busy all week.  Friday night I was in the city, Saturday I was with family, Saturday night I was at Gavin’s and Sunday I spent the day with Monique and Eevari. I was then meant to be Nanna-sitting full time from Monday to Thursday and then going away with Mum and Dad this Friday to visit family in Bundaberg.

He’s lucky my Nanna told my Mother she didn’t trust me to take care of her and my Mother decided on Sunday to ask one of her friends to stay at our house for the week (another story for me to tell!), because if she hadn’t then I certainly wouldn’t have had the time to be organising things he left behind.  He’s also lucky Gavin was around and knew what to look for.  Gavin found his fishing rods and got them out for me and on Monday I took them to my ex’s friends’ house because I certainly didn’t want him coming to my house after the abusive messages he had been sending me.

This wasn’t the end of the drama, though.  I received a message on Monday afternoon asking if that was it and where was the rest of the stuff, specifically, a tackle box.  I replied saying there was nothing else here, but of course, instead of listening to reason he immediately assumed I was just out for revenge or something.  By this point he had been harassing me from Saturday to Monday and I was really starting to get ticked off.  I called him on Tuesday.

Jayne:  “You must have taken it with you.”
Ex:  “I didn’t take it.”
Jayne:  “Well it’s not here.”
Ex:  “Then where is it??”
Jayne:  “How would I know?  Maybe you left it at your brothers.”
Ex:  “Pretty sure I’d know if I left it there.”

At this point he starts hurling fowl language at me.

Jayne:  “DON’T you speak to me that way!”
Ex:  <Silence, obviously taken aback>
Jayne:  “Come and see for yourself, it’s not here.”
Ex:  “I will then!”
Jayne:  “When can you be here?”
Ex:  “Tomorrow at 5.30, after work.”
Jayne:  “I’ll let you know if I’m free.”
Ex:  <Scowls and hangs up>

I let Gavin know what was going on and he told me he didn’t want me to be here alone with my ex,  so he and his friend would make sure they were here with me.  Having them here made the whole experience a lot easier.  I was really concerned and nervous about the whole thing so having people here to distract me and calm me down was very comforting.

So, this afternoon the three of us set up our computers so we could play the recently released Left 4 Dead 2 while we waited for my ex to arrive. As you know, my internet is speed capped and Gavin’s friend was getting bored while we waited for all of our accounts to sign in, so he decided to fish through the desk he was sitting at.  What should he find but a small, green tackle box.  We all stared, shocked.  After so much drama and so many messages and, on my part, tears, an overly curious friend just happens to stumble across the item at the centre of the drama.  How could it be?

Gavin’s friend sat where he could keep an eye out for my ex, who arrived soon after 5.30pm.  Just so you know, Gavin has a very deep voice.

Ex:  <Knocks on door>
Friend:  “You have a visitor.”
Gavin:  “Come in.”
Ex:  <Hesitates and looks concerned before entering>
Gavin:  “Is this what you were looking for?” (The small, green tackle box).
Ex:  “That’s mine, but the one I’m looking for is bigger.”
Gavin:  “Okay.”

So Gavin politely took my ex outside and helped him look for his bigger tackle box.  I’m so unbelievably happy with the way Gavin handled the situation.    Here he was, faced with his girlfriends’ bitter ex-boyfriend of 4 years and he remained cool and level-headed as well as assertive and protective.  I’m very proud to be able to call him my man.

Gavin’s friend stayed inside with me to keep me company, but I couldn’t stand knowing my ex-boyfriend and current boyfriend were alone together so I went outside too.  My ex made a point of pretending I didn’t even exist, something I expected.  Gavin tells me my ex scowled and swore and sulked while he looked and eventually gave up, saying “I’ve got to get out of here,” before storming off to his car and forgetting the rest of his things in the process.  I ran them out to him, because I am NICE!  Haha.

The impression I got is that he doesn’t have a shred of a soul or the warmth of life left in him.  He’s merely a robot in a cold and purposeless existence, trying to act like a big tough guy by deepening his voice and swearing, but he’s really not fooling anyone but himself.  For those who don’t know, a few years ago he was a conservative Christian, the kind that’s polite and doesn’t use offensive language or you know… smoke or get drunk or anything.  I never thought he would be this way but one thing that’s certain in life is that people will disappoint you.

A part of me is glad that Gavin has had the opportunity to see what I had to put up with for all those years.  Now he can understand why I’m having a difficult time trusting him fully.

Story over!

Yes, my Nanna told my Mother she doesn’t trust me to take care of her.  I’m very hurt and offended, to be honest, but there’s not much anyone can do considering she’s an 89 year old woman.  I don’t know why she thinks I wouldn’t take care of her and it makes me wonder if my family thinks I wouldn’t be able to either.  I’m not sure how to approach or deal with this sort of situation.  It’s possible that she’s just trying to be difficult because she doesn’t want my parents to go away without her.  I know it sounds awful but it’s definitely a possibility.  I haven’t given her any reason not to trust me so it would make sense.  I guess I just have to accept it and move on.

A few other things I realised I’ve failed to mention are firstly, that I got my hair cut a number of weeks ago.  I didn’t get it cut short but I had about 10cm – 12cm taken off and it’s certainly made a difference to how easy my hair is to maintain, haha.  It doesn’t get knotty so easily now, thank goodness.

The other thing I failed to mention is just how romantic Friday night was!

Gavin received an invite +1 to his friends’ dress-up birthday party and asked me if I would like to go with him.  The party was being hosted at a hotel where another friend works so we managed to get a room there ridiculously cheap.  It was a 4 and a half star hotel so it was really fancy.  I dressed up as  a pirate wench and Gavin dressed up as an Egyptian trader.  Such an odd couple.  Next time we get invited to a dress-up party we’re so going as Tarzan and Jane.

Anyway, when everyone had arrived in the hotel lobby we all went up to the entertainment room where the party was being held.  Gavin and I walked in together and the first thing I saw was the view; oh it was breath-taking!  Out of four walls, three of the walls were floor-length windows displaying a stunning panoramic view of Brisbane city.  I spent the entire night admiring the beauty of the city and reflecting on how lucky I am that such a difficult time in my life has resulted in opportunities such as this.

Also, like I said earlier, I’m going to Bundaberg for the weekend with my parents to visit family.  It should be good to get away for a few days, it won’t be particularly exciting.  I’m really hoping to go down to Tweed Heads for a weekend soon as well.

I officially reached 1,500 words.  I think this is my longest post, haha!

Sorry for rambling but ah, well, what are you going to do??

Sweet dreams world!

<3 DarkSlinky.

I feel very taken for granted, though I guess that’s partially my own fault for telling people I’ll be here for them no matter what.  I’ve always believed love should be unconditional, but maybe that’s not a healthy way to look at it.  Maybe you should love with the condition that, in your opinion, you’re being treated right.  Sometimes people make mistakes and forgiveness must be given, but what if they’re not asking for it?  Do you forgive anyway, or simply forget them and move on?

There is a point to my strange ramblings.  A few of my close friends have taken to nitpicking at my personality and the things I do, criticizing bits and pieces without justification.  It hurts me deeply.  There are things about them I certainly don’t like, but I’ll take the good and the bad and love every piece of them.  I don’t expect them to be perfect, and I certainly don’t want them to change, yet I feel as though they expect me to be perfect.  Seems unfair to me.

Up until now I’ve taken their nitpicking as reflections of their own insecurities, so I brushed it aside and let it be.  Tonight I decided to tell them how I feel, that I’m hurt and I think it’s unfair.  How they take it is up to them.

Yesterday I had a really lovely day.  I went shopping in the city with some friends, had lunch, celebrated a friend’s birthday, met up with more friends and played pool, stuff like that.  We spent the whole day laughing together and I felt warmth in my heart.  (I’ll upload photos when I’m no longer speed capped).

One of my friends from yesterday was behaving strange today, acting like I’ve screwed up when I have no idea what I’ve done wrong.  To be honest I don’t think he himself knows what I’ve done wrong.  Maybe he just needs someone to take his frustration out on, but why should it be me?  I have enough worry and frustration of my own to deal with.

I’ve found a really awesome word to describe me.  ‘Scatterbrain.’ I think it’s one of the things about me that annoys people.  Sometimes I’ll hear what they say and respond to them, but I immediately forget or get distracted by something else.  I don’t do it on purpose but people can be frustrated or offended by it.

I need a shirt that says “Caution:  Scatterbrain present.  Connection to reality may be lost without warning.”

On a better note, Gavin asked me on Friday if I’d like to go see Mao’s Last Dancer with him at the movies.  I accepted, and when we got to the cinema he surprised me by taking me through to the Gold Class section of the theatre.  It’s very expensive but a really good experience; delicious food, comfortable lounges, alcohol (woo!), etc.  The movie was really good too, I’d highly recommend it.  It shows what life is like in China, even today.  I feel so special.  Thank you for a memorable night, Gavin. <3

Today I went underwear shopping with mum.  We had a great time.  I then spent the afternoon relaxing in the pool.  It’s been a long time since I felt at home like that in our pool, I’m not sure why, but today was fantastic.  The water was so warm and soft… soft?  I don’t know.  I think that’s what I mean, haha.

Tomorrow I’m changing our phone and internet plan so I’m not sure how long I’ll be without internet.  Hopefully it won’t be too long.

Wish me luck with the setting up of my new internet!

Kthx.

<3 DarkSlinky.

I uploaded photos from the volunteers’ lunch on Saturday.  We were so proud to see the Holden up on stage like that.  Of course, a lot of jokes ensued, especially when rain clouds appeared on the horizon.  Things like, “Oh, where did we park the car??”  Haha.  It was a lot of fun.  There were balloons on the stage that spelt out “THANK YOU” but as you probably noticed from the photos the ‘A’ and ‘T’ escaped and hid behind the Holden.  I was like “So THAT’S where @’s come from.”  As Emma would say; hurr hurr.

On Sunday Gavin and I went to my brother, Barry’s house for lunch.  My other brother and his fiancé (John and Nicole), my parents and uncle were there as well.  It was really nice to see them all again, especially my uncle because he’s been sick.  I’m worried about him because he’s a wonderful man and my life wouldn’t be the same without him.  I hope he’s okay.

My family and I went on a bit of a mission too, as we always do in my crazy family.  John had brought Barry a box of native Australian bees and together we were figuring out the best place for them in his backyard.  They decided at some point to try putting them on a stack of wood things, which Barry tried to cut with some kind of dangerous-looking, electric saw while he held the wood down with his foot wearing only thongs.  Amusing to watch, thankfully no accidents occurred.  In the end they settled for a stack of pavers anyway.

Monday was my nephews’ birthday.  My sister and her children came to our house with cake to celebrate.  I’ve officially been an aunty for 13 years now!  Happy birthday, Kasim!

Monday evening a rather significant event occurred, as you may have gathered from the title.
Dr. Necromancer is Gavin’s gamer alias.  You’ll have to forgive me for rambling a bit; I enjoy remembering these things in detail.

Gavin was at my house leeching my internet since his modem died and he has no internet [what can I say? The internet is like an oxygen supply to us geeks].  A storm was brewing as they often do on hot days in Queensland since the drought subsided.  It wasn’t too severe, but it wasn’t one of those little sissy storms either.  I told Gavin I wanted to watch the lightning for a while, because it brings me peace.  He offered to join me, so we headed up on to my parents veranda together.  He silently stood behind me, arms around me.  I could feel his heartbeat, hear him breathing.  I felt safe, secure, and I remembered the days when my sister would hold me when I was afraid of a storm.  Like my journey through life, if there’s ever a storm, my beautiful siblings are right by my side keeping me safe until it passes.

The whole time we stood there I was paranoid Gavin would be bored.  My paranoia stems from the fact that my ex never enjoyed watching the storms with me; I would usually watch them alone.  It didn’t bother me so much because it gave me time to think.  My paranoia faded when Gavin moved to sit on a chair not far from where we stood, indicating to me he was enjoying the atmosphere as much as I was and was keen to stay a while longer.  I sat on his lap and he put his arms around me.  The storm was really beautiful to watch.  Our conversation was as follows, and I hope he doesn’t mind me publishing this.   Please correct me if I’m wrong Gavin, I can’t remember what our conversation was exactly.

Gavin:  “My Slinky.”
Jayne:  “How do you know when you’re ready to move on?”
Gavin:  “I guess when something feels right, you’ll just know.”
Jayne:  “I want to be yours.”
Gavin:  “You want to be mine?”
Jayne:  “Uhuh!”
Gavin:  “Would you like to go out with me?”
Jayne:  “I would love to!”

We kissed, we held each other.  I feel happy, content and complete.  It was a memorable night, one I won’t be forgetting for hopefully a very long time.  Gavin and I are so compatible.  We have the same interests and he takes care of me.  We clicked straight away.  A few years ago if someone had said to me, “In a few years Gavin will ask you out while you watch a storm together in darkness, and you will accept,” I would have laughed and the obsurdity of it.  This is the path I’m on, and I’m looking forward to see where it takes me.  Every snow flake falls where it’s meant to.

Unfortunately a few dramas followed, as there were a few guys who were interested in me as well and they were obviously hurt to hear that Gavin and I had made it official.  I was heartbroken to see the hurt that was caused, because I care about my friends a lot.  I’m sure all will be okay though.

Today was a biiiiiiiiig day.  I was up most of the night dealing with dramas and ended up going to bed at 2am when my internet died.  I didn’t sleep well.  I woke up at 6.30am and couldn’t get back to sleep.  Today I babysat Emily, cleaned, cleaned, cleaned, taught Tasman piano, had dinner, moved my new double bed in [it’s gorgeous and only cost $70!  Thank you to Leigh and Gavin for picking it up and moving it in] and then lanned with Gavin, Leigh and Kasim.  We had a hilarious game of Left 4 Dead.  I’m hoping there will be more games like that in the future.

I am about to fall asleep on my keyboard, and I do NOT want drool getting into it.

<3 DarkSlinky.