I believe I am going on a date tonight. My first date in 3 years. One might look at this stat and form the opinion that I’m out of practice. But when you consider that this would be only the 5th “first date” of my entire 29 years of existence, it takes things to a whole new level… we’re clearly looking at someone who is horrendously inexperienced in the dating game here!

While I’m sure I’ll manage the basics… no bodily functions at the dinner table, no vomit stories, no longing gazes at the supremely hot waiter… I’m not sure of the code of conduct on other matters. I mean, at what point in the getting to know you game do I casually mention that I have an ex-husband?!? Will try to leave that one off the list of conversation topics for tonight! Hehe.

It seems that I have some kind of self-destructive addiction to men who aren’t really interested in me, but give me just enough to fool myself otherwise. After my latest effort – spending a shade over 12 months hoping desperately that a womanising low-profile professional cricketer would see the light and realise I am the woman of his dreams – I think it’s high time I learnt when to invest time and energy in a situation, and when to leave it the hell alone!

Note to self: I am an intelligent, well-educated, well-travelled, fit, active, fun-loving, caring human being and I deserve to be treated well. Hanging out with anyone who doesn’t fully appreciate me is a WASTE OF MY TIME! Professional sportsmen are OFF LIMITS FOREVERMORE!!!

Whilst I enjoy reading back over my blow-by-blow accounts of weekend adventures, I’m guessing they send others to sleep. In these strange and unusual times where I’m updating regularly enough to announce to the world (or my friends at least) that my blog is back up & running, I’m thinking there’s got to be a better way to keep the mob entertained. So, a change in style, featuring random observations from the weekend that was (in order of appearance not importance)…

1) Bungalow 8 is possibly the most pretentious bar in Sydney (potential rant in the offing here, but will curb it for now).

2) Always carefully assess the stage of drunkenness apparent in texts before agreeing to meet up with someone – failure to heed this code of conduct may result in arriving at a pub and ordering a meal, only to find the friend you were meeting has been kicked out (you know who you are, Joel!)!

3) The lure of cold beer and big screens showing the tennis may take you to sinister places… the Aurora Hotel in Surry Hills now proudly holds the mantle as the biggest dive I’ve ever been to in my life. Closely resembling an RSL club and with a clientele the local homeless shelter would be proud of, this is a pub to avoid at pretty much all costs. If anyone asks, deny you have ever been there.

4) Serving a double-fault to lose a 5-set tennis match is the second most excruciating moment in sport. Poor Verdasco.

5) A refreshing early morning dip in the ocean followed by a home-cooked breakfast, great conversation and some new recommendations to add to the reading list is a most delightful way to start a Saturday (thanks Lyn & Sonia!).

6) It is a mistake to spend $200 on new running shoes then leave them behind in another shop.

7) Certain houses will never tire of playing host to parties… Mon’s house is one of them! Happy birthday, chick! A great opportunity to catch up with some of the girls from school over a wine or 10. (Note: no matter how daunting is the prospect of staying awake into the wee hours, a power nap can overcome all, regardless of the volume of the music!)

8) The most excruciating moment in sport is, without a doubt, being stranded on 99 not out. Don’t try this one at home, kids, especially not twice in the one season. It is a harrowing experience to be present in the stands when this happens to a friend. Horrible to watch.

9) If it’s tough from the stand, it’s impossible to imagine how it must feel walking off the pitch knowing that you were one run shy of your maiden first-class hundred. Again. If this misfortune occurs to anyone you know, have the decency to respect that no, they don’t feel like coming out for a beer and yes, they would rather be on their own crying into their pillow (apologies Brett)!

10) The world is a truly small place… you never know when the guy standing next to you at The Brewery in Newie is going to be a friend of a friend you met a couple of months ago in Melbourne!

11) Random friends met in far flung places (such as Turkey) are awesome! You know who you are Al, Geo & Brookesta!

12) When did it become OK for a guy to absolve himself of all responsibility for making contact with a girl? In the last couple of weeks I have had no fewer than 4 guys give me their business card or number and say “call me”. Am I just being old fashioned? Or if a boy was genuinely interested, wouldn’t he be doing all the chasing?????

The AYAD position in Cambodia has come up again in this intake… am seriously considering applying…

I got to thinking this morning how extremely differently two sets of eyes can see the same thing. My brother started reading A Fraction of the Whole, a novel by Steve Toltz that was shortlisted for the 2008 Booker Prize, because I recommended it. I asked him if he’d read White Tiger, the actual winner of the award, and he said no because I’d told him not to bother! And it’s true. I found White Tiger to be reasonably well written but the story-line didn’t do anything for me and the result was a book that left me uninspired. On the other hand, I really enjoyed the way A Fraction of a Whole was written and LOVED the plot… it left me wondering how on earth someone had imagined such a crazy series of events but managed to portray them in such a way that one could forget they were reading a work of fiction from time to time.

The more concerning thought to come from this realisation is that perhaps I’m just a story-line junkie, that I’m not a true appreciator of literary ability. I’m currently reading Love in the Time of Cholera as recommended by Mon as one of her favourite books and to be honest I’m just not getting the vibe. Must explore this disturbing idea and hopefully prove to myself that it’s not all just about the plot!

Scored some free centre court tix for the Oz Open tennis last night. Gold. Jelena Dokic put on a great show to beat her more favoured opponent Anna Chakvetadze in 3 sets. It was clearly an emotional experience for Dokic, and I found myself fighting to hold back a tear as she thanked the crowd for their support.

The second match was not of such a high calibre with Bernard Tomic taking on Gilles Muller. Soap box moment required. Every member of our sports media should be shot. In a similar way to the extraordinarily unfair treatment of David Warner lately, the media have shown blatent disregard for Tomic’s lack of years, thrusting him into the spotlight of a centre court match. In reality, the match deserved back-court status.

Tomic fought hard to take the first but Muller took the next three easily to come through with the expected result. When will the media learn that it’s in young players’ best interests to allow them time to prove themselves on the big stage before bringing all the pressure and expectation of a nation to bear on them?

I can’t believe that it’s 20 days into the year and I’m still in the swing of updating this thing regularly! Amazing! I’m giving myself an encouragement award in the hope that I’ll keep up the good work. Something else that’s remarkable is the amount of exercise I have been doing in Melbourne. Running, riding, swimming, tennis, pumping iron. You name it, I’m up for it. That’s two New Year’s resolutions still going strong. Impressive.

Anyone would think I’d made a crazy resolution to attend as many cricket matches as possible… the weekend kicked off with an adventure to the G to see the Aussies take on the Saffas yet again, this time in the 50 over version of the game. Unfortunately work interrupted the afternoon and I was forced to watch the Aussie scores ticking over on the internet. Frustration. Finally made it to the ground to see the last half hour of the first innings… and then the successful Saffa run chase. I’m not too disturbed when Australia lose these days so walked away only mildly disappointed.

Whilst on the subject of the South African team, an honourable mention must go to the parents of Morne & Albie Morkel. Not only are they givers of entertaining names inviting all manner of further invention (such as Lobster Mornay Snorkel), but they somehow managed to temper this comedy by producing offspring who demand to be taken seriously on the cricket field AND who are very easy on the eye. Nice work Morkel seniors.

What better way to round out a good evening than a boogie to some classic tunes at the Precinct Hotel with the usual suspects B & L and their mates P & A. After a long absence, I reintroduced myself to the world of randoms… and I wasn’t disappointed. A girl I got chatting to in the bathrooms decided to reveal her intimacy issues (she was a massive fan of the one night stand while just couldn’t bring herself to become emotionally involved in a relationship) while another guy took my phone out of my hand and saved his number into it, even after I told him I wasn’t going to use it! I love people.

A resolution that’s not going so strong is the on time thing. Matt & Brooksta were both unfortunate victims of my tendency towards lateness on Saturday. Sorry guys. Matt’s idea for a hit of tennis was pure genius. It felt so good to be back on the court, especially being fit at the moment. I can’t believe what I difference it made to my game… I only wish I’d discovered the benefits of being fit 15 years ago!

On to the old homestead in Carlton St for a wine and cheese picnic in the park. Was great to see the old crew again. It was one of my favourite homes and I really miss living there. The awesomeness of having the beautiful Carlton Gardens as a front yard simply cannot be over overstated… best location in all of Melbourne! Although I’ll concede that I may be biased…

More random adventures at The Deck on Sat night when Brooke & I adopted an American traveller for the evening. Fun and games. On the less fun side of things, I am disturbed by my growing awareness of how elderly I am compared to the flock of youth out and about on the town these days. You’ve got to admire their pluck… one youngster thought he’d try his luck with this senior citizen and didn’t seem the least deterred by the fact that I told him I was probably old enough to be his mother!

Had been seriously considering flying down to Tassie for the one dayer @ Bellerive. A bit disappointed that I didn’t because it was a great day’s cricket and the weather looked beautiful. In the end, I spent the day at Werribee Open Range Zoo with Liz, Lil & Pete. As zoos go, it’s definitely a nice one and worth a visit. I like the open range concept as my visit to Taronga a few months ago left me wondering if it’s really fair to keep animals in such cramped conditions.

Rounded out the weekend with wine, cheese & dinner cooked for me by my adopted Melbourne family. Gold, thanks guys.

A very Happy Birthday to the lovely Pauline, the only known reader of my blog. Hope you have a wonderful day! I’m looking forward to seeing you when I get back from Melbourne. X

Attended an AYAD (Australian Youth Ambassadors for Development) info session last night. Was quite an interesting evening, including talks from some returned AYADs. I’m hopeful that a job offered in Cambodia last intake wasn’t filled and will come up again this intake… bring on 30 Jan when the next round of positions are posted!

Is it possible that today truly marked the start of my new year? Whilst my first flight for 2009 was relatively unremarkable, I can’t let it pass without comment… with work finishing up at the end of February and the rest of the year completely unplanned, hovering 35,000ft over our vast brown land gave me some time to ponder the year ahead. Conclusion: I’m not expecting to challenge the unprecedented number of flights taken last year (somewhere in the realm of 50) but 2009 holds a fair amount of potential for close encounters with the sky gods, if I get my act into gear and start planning.

Whilst reflecting on flights past & future, I was struck by the nonchalance with which I now approach flying. Once a terrifying but exciting adventure, boarding an aeroplane is now more often a means to an end rather than an end itself. With the possible exception of business class on the A380!

Whilst my newfound hermit tendencies left me feeling somewhat unenthused about the prospect of another Melbourne adventure in the lead up, the weather’s shaping up to be fantastic and I’m hoping it will be just what the doctor ordered to force me out of my lethargy…