It seems this last week or so I've had something like luck around me. I've had a few really great nights out, I've made a really great new friend in Beef, my body is starting to take shape in the way I want it, I entered a competition through one of our suppliers with work and won dinner for 2 at an Italian and this morning as part of a work incentive 25 names were pulled out of a hat (over 1800 employees) and mine was the first to be drawn. Ok so there was an iPad, a 50inch TV and lots of 'Ohhhh I would love that' prizes to be won and I landed an xbox360 (something I already own and will struggle to send for any decent money) but come on!! This is like a spurt of luck, I never get lucky! Lets hope this is a sign of things to come :)
So I promised you some details about my old flatmate that I'm meeting tonight and so details you shall have. First however lets give him a nickname in true Ser3ndipity style... Clerk (the street we first lived on).
So I had just moved back to the city I went to University at the first time around, it was in typical Ser3ndipity style... I woke up one morning, packed my bags, left my job and headed 'home' in search of good old friends, new experiences and another adventure. I found a flatshare online, went to see the room and immediately took it. I was to share with 4 others and a couple of their permenantly residing partners. A girl in her mid 20s from Perth Scotland, a girl in her late 20s from South Africa and her bf, a guy from Essex and his gf and a guy from Michegan USA (I've told you about him before). Anyway a couple of weeks after moving in Mr Michegan who I had been having a fun-filled fling with had to go back to the States so his room went up and Clerk moved in a week or so later. Clerk at that time was rather quiet inside the flat, didn't socialise too much but seemed socially active in his own circle. A few months went by and my relationship with Clerk had turned into one of amusement, we would wind each other up, grab the occasional coffee and we struck up a bit of a bond. Around 6months later our flat was being sold (from what I can remember) so with offers from both Clerk and the girl from Perth to search for somewhere we decided that the 3 of us would look together.
A few stressful 'OMG we are never finding anywhere decent that we can afford' later, I finally stumbled upon a potential option. The flat was in the perfect location, was nothing special to look at but the rent was cheap-ish and best of all we wouldn't need a car to move... just a heap of manpower. A few days later packed up and moved in. The flat had a cupboard for a kitchen and a teeny dining room off that which we decided would be the communal living space, a small but functional bathroom and 3 bedrooms - 2 absolutely massive with fireplaces and bay windows, double beds, large wardrobes and sofas, 1 with an old springy army camp bed and roll-up matress, a small set of drawers and a tall narrow window. We decided we would draw straws for the rooms and would swap every 3 months... guess which room I ended up with?! Anyway I made the landlord put in a double bed which took up pretty much the entire room and I set up camp telling the others I would keep the room permanently if they both paid an extra £20 a month rent to make mine cheaper. It was a crash pad, a place for me to sleep and nothing else. These were my wild child days and so long as I could get a decent nights sleep, I was a happy girl and £40 a month... well that was a night out.
Clerk and I really got to know each other over the next few months and our relationship verged on sibling rivalry. We would have bets over the silliest things, the loser having to do a dare or pick up some crappy task (laundry for a week, dishes for a month, say a certain phrase anytime someone said your name for a day...), we were always pranking each other too. From the first day I realised Clerk would jump AND scream if you jumped out from round the corner it was 'game on'.
Now something you should know about Clerk is that he was a Christian when I met him so things like betting, dares, dating and all the things that come along with that were in limited measures. By the time I left however things were at such a way that he had dated one of my best friends, enjoyed all the things that came along with that, and our dares had reached epic highs with him streaking down the communal stairwell and doing a naked lap around the garden during a Christmas dinner the three of us hosted for ohhhh 14 of our closest friends.
So in short, we had a laugh, somehow managed to perfect the perfect flatshare environment and when we moved out all vowed to stay in touch... Which we are but as for meeting up... Terrible. Until last week...
I did my annual 'Hey Clerk how are you doing' email check in and as usual we said we would try to meet the next time he was this way to visit his parents (they live 30miles away) and for once.. It actually played out.
It was a fantastic afternoon. All the fun and none of the barriers we used to have due to the fact I've mellowed and he has become more outgoing. In true Ser3ndipity and Clerk fashion however we had a bet somewhere in the afternoon and Clerk picked the dare to be 'the loser comes to the winners city for drinks soon'... very tame I thought but great to hear we were both on the same wavelength of 'We absolutely must do this again and soon'. Anyway a few hours and a few drinks later we called it a day and headed to the train station. This is when it all went a little weird. I went in for a hug, he went in for a hug/kiss... We both went a shade of red and it was a little clumsy. He then pulled his phone out (very organised for mr laid back) and before I knew it we had sorted out tonight - he is jumping through this evening for dinner/drinks at mine. A couple of light hearted but potentially flirty texts in the week or so in between and here we are. The 'did I misread that situation or did something unexpected happen and we both got a - I think I might fancy him/her' moment.
Sooo red wine - check. White wine - check, chocolate pots chilling in the fridge - check, mexican food ingredients in the fridge - check.
I'll let you know how it goes... Could have been a total misread but I've a feeling that tonight for both of us is somehow a 'getting a feel for the situation' moment.
Went to see breaking dawn part 2 today and I'm not ashamed to say I loved it. Ahhh if only the men (*ahem lets not point out they are boys) in movies existed in real life.
Sunday I've got a date with a guy, next week I've got a date with a girl and Monday I'm back to work until xmas.
I want so badly to just let go to everything and blow wherever the wind takes me. I feel like that's what I need. A completely new start. A new place. New faces. New feelings. New experiences. Air. 
Sometimes I think if I just left it all behind... everything I know and everyone I love, I might just find the strength inside that I need to become who I am supposed to be. The question is, is it important to have the right job, the right salary and be in the place people expect you to be at 30, or is it ok to throw it all away - run away from responsibility and embrace life like I'm starting my 20s all over again? 
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