What exactly is or was “my day”? The late 1990s? Pre-Internet days? Uni days? The 1980s?

Apart from using such a passé line, my tolerance levels for fads and resurrected trends has wained so much since my late 20s.

I see girls wearing what looks like nothing more than a long tshirt over leggings and think to myself “Darling, where are your pants?” I see guys wearing skinny jeans with a huge bubble where their bottom is supposed to be. My instant reaction is “Did you borrow your sister’s jeans? Let your nuts breathe, brother.”

2009 feels like 1989 complete with frosted lipstick, huge leather belts worn around tops and guys with mullet hairdos.

I have friends who were born between 1986 and 1989. I just can’t relate. I remember all your funky awesome trends the first time around. We didn’t have Supre, Cotton On, Politix, Facebook or Twitter back then. The only “Internet” we had were BBSes but even those were far and few. If you owned a Intel 286 PC back then or even an Amiga, you were the coolest geek around. We used to write letters back then too.

We’ve become a society that sucks hard on the teat of social media. I’m asked a common question by new acquaintences these days. “Do you have Facebook?”. I’ve started to answer no and tell them that I’m on Twitter, email or just direct them to this site.

Life was so much easier before social media. Less heartaches, misunderstandings, mistrust and confusion.

The world is a smaller place and it creeps me out.

I’m in two minds about a particular situation going on in my otherwise very dull life. I’m lucky enough to have met someone who is as quirky as I am that it’s quite frankly knocked the wind out of my sails, made me get back into writing and helped me come out of a shell that I’ve been hiding in for a good while now.

The more I converse with this person, I realise that he’s pretty darn awesome and someone who deserves all the happiness in the world because he’s one in a million.

So why did good ol’ Attraction come along and slug me in the guts, pretty much leaving me winded and walking emotionally wounded?

You’d think at my age, I’d be able to shrug all these thoughts off and just get on with my otherwise dull life.

BEEP. FAIL. EPIC FAIL. WROOOONG!

If only it were that simple. Part of me wants to do what it has always done in the past – HIDE. Good ol’ flight response. Sorry, all these emotions DO NOT compute and it’s easier to bail and then come back to it ten years later with much regret.

Then there’s the other part of acting like something between a gridiron player and a cheerleader. All powered by the stereotypical characteristics of my starsign – Leo. Nasty fight response. All in non violence. Just determination. Wishes. Hope.

The courage to tell someone I’d wait for them is there but Cinderella’s ugly sisters didn’t score the prince in the end either. So that’ll take a lot of gin or vodka to come out.

This is where any self respecting person would slow down this record playing at 45rpm, flip it over to side B and play it at 33 and a 3rd.

I’ve got a lot to say but it takes patience, a whole lotta gin and the hope that he doesn’t bail on me for good after reading this.

I’ve spent years waiting for a connection like this. Life isn’t Connex, baby. This time around I’m going to do things right. I could never ever mess up a potential connection like this.

One day at a time. Step by step. You bet.