A Cheesey Post

March 20, 2011

First off, apologies for the lack of photos in the previous post. As I looked back over it last week it seemed rather flat due  to the lack of images. The reason for the thrown together post last week is that I am currently without internet at home. As a consequence, I am bumming wifi from various friends and cafes in the vicinity in which I live. This is a tad annoying when trying to compile something a tiny bit creative.

So here I sit on Camden street on a lovely sunny afternoon wondering what pressing love related issue to tackle this week. I am at pains to admit that this area of my life has become somewhat stagnant of late. It’s not that I’m not going out and meeting guys, I am. It’s more that I’m meeting guys who really do nothing for me. I realised the other day that it has been ages (and I mean a really long time) since I’ve met someone who I’ve really fancied. One or two of the more recent encounters could have developed into something slightly more significant if the respective guys had been even slightly bothered to put in effort but this effort never materialised for varying reasons. From this lack of effort I must take it that these potential developments just weren’t meant to be and move on.

So now I am faced with the task of shaking things up a bit. I mentioned in one of my early posts that I have a bad habit of meeting someone and building this massive image of their personality in my head  before even really speaking to them. When I eventually speak to them I am more often than not left in a state of disappointed because they do not live up to the oh so amazing image I have in my mind.

The very imaginings took me over once again on a work night out a few weeks ago. We have a social committee in work that we pay into each month. Every so often we then head out on some lavish evening which usually involves fancy food and wine. Two weeks ago we all headed out on a wine and cheese tasting evening in a city centre restaurant.

I am very partial to good wine and even more partial to nice cheese so I was looking forward to the evening. When we eventually were seated in the restaurant our hosts for the evening entered. They were wine and cheese experts from a famous local cheese shop. The cheese guy instantly caught my attention. ‘Was this because of his expertise in cheese I hear you cry’, not quite…There was something incredibly interesting looking about the guy. My work colleagues knowing me quite well, all commented on the fact that ‘there’s Julie guy’ with much light hearted embarrassing winking and nudging ensuing every time the poor guy attempted to speak.

When he entered the room I would have put him at about 30 years old. However when he eventually spoke he sounded younger. He had big black rimmed glasses (a personal love of mine on guys) and was sensibly dressed in a cashmere type jumper, shirt and brown trousers. All very fashionable in an understated way. I like that in a guy.

Anyway, as the evening wore on (and the wine kept flowing), my waffle levels increased. This was all the time encouraged by my ever positive work colleagues who love a good chat up story. I could tell from the way the guy presented his information, he was quite shy. He clearly knew what he was talking about but perhaps was not used to speaking to large groups just yet. I found his shyness endearing.

All the while the talk was going on, I was doing my usual ‘I wonder what it would be like if I spoke to him? I’m sure we’d instantly bond over our love of cheese and live happily ever after…’ As I mentioned, as the evening wore on, my capability for waffling grew and grew (due mainly to the amount of wine I was ‘tasting’).

By the end of the night, myself and my work colleagues had decided I was going to call into his place of work and try to suss out the situation further. I got very brave by declaring ‘I’ll just go in and have a short talk about Comte and then present him with my number’. At the time, this all seemed very possible. Why wouldn’t I just walk in and give this attractive cheese guy my number? What’s the worst that could happen?

Well as you can imagine, in the cruel light of day, this didn’t seem as easy a feat as it did the night before. Ever the enthusiastic bunch, my work colleagues did a quick search on Facebook but found nothing of relevance to my cheese guy. However, not ones to admit defeat, one of the enthused ladies walked by the cheese shop at lunch time and rang me report that he seems to work in the shop on a daily basis.

This fact did open a window of opportunity if I so wished it. Was it time to put my money where my mouth was and actually call into the shop? Before you get too excited at the prospect of a story of utter humiliation I must tell you I did not call into the shop. I was going away the next day and sadly work commitments took centre stage over my cheese guy stalking.

However, for some reason I can’t seem to get this guy out of my head. This could be because my obsession for cheese has reach new heights since my ski trip to France or it could be that I’m a bit bored. I think it also has to do with my new found interest in the idea of chance encounters. I love right place right time stories and I want to have one of my own.

So, I have decided I will throw myself to the wolves and call into the said cheese shop to try and suss the elusive cheese enthusiast out. Being completely honest, I’m not going to commit to giving him my number there and then. I would love to be that brave but I want to go back in first to see if my imaginings mildly live up to what the actual person is like. Obviously I will try to have a deep and meaningful conversation around the topic of brie and wensleydale where by I will charm him enough to provoke him into giving me his number… OK so that may not be a realistic expectation but I do want to call into the shop just to see how the conversation will go.

I’ll report back next week on the budding cheese shop relationship.

In other brief news, the blog has hit over 2,000 views so thanks to all who are reading each week. I’m glad my ramblings keep some of you mildly amused!


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