Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy

Well, my talk on Saturday went well, and the Refugee conference as whole went well; we were expecting 50 people, thought 100 would be phenomenal, and as such we were pleased with the 80 to 90 people who turned up.

As for the other matter on Saturday, throughout the morning I looked out for the woman who I had met at the Ashfield Carnival of Cultures. I especially hoped she would come to my session so I could show off in front of her, you know, like a teenage boy (I readily admit I still act like a child). However wishing didn’t make it so.

I went out to Lunch, and upon returning I noticed she had turned up. I went up to her we talked a little bit. I followed her to the sessions she went to and sat down next to her, without acting like too much of a stalker. We talked a bit more, and guess what? We seemed to (for want of a better expression) "hit it off". We went to a refugee art collection opening after the conference, talked for a few hours together and seemed to share a fair bit in common. At the end of the night, we shared a cab home, and even before I could ask her out, she offered me her number, then realised I had it, and asked for my number, which I gave to her. We are likely going to see a play this Friday night. Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy.

Things I have learnt about her already that I really like:

1. She is of Slavic Background – A mixture of Eastern and Western Slavic
2. She really cares about the refugee issue in Australia
3. She doesn’t own a car
4. She grew up in the same area as me, a very working class area
5. She now lives in the same area as me, which is very ethnically diverse
6. She is a bit of a movie buff
7. She is doing a Masters Degree in Sociology at my old University
8. One of her old school friends who she still keeps in contact with is an old work friend of mine who I still keep in contact with, and who I really trust and like.
9. She seems very pro-union and pro-workers rights
Oh and
10. She has the most beautiful blue eyes, which are highlighted be her long dark hair.

On the negative side, she does drink wine, but given all of the above, I am ready to not let this be an issue.

To top off a great weekend, I spent a few hours with my ten month old Nephew on Sunday. He gets more adorable every time I see him. He loves it when I lift him up as high as possible and then lower his face right down to my face, but strangely he doesn’t seem to enjoy it when other people do it. He has also started giving people hugs, predominantly my little Nieces, and his Mother and Father, though he did give me two as well; It is such a great feeling.

Why can’t all weekends be like this?