Hey guys!!

I finally set this whole blog thing up properly so hopefully I can have it running smoothly and with frequent updates for my adoring fans (who are currently just my internal alter egos).

Alright so, I know I only just published my welcome to the blog, but I actually wrote that like 2 months ago lol.

In those two months I have moved house (WOOHOOO), and thats about it. Sorry if I made that sound like it should be a list.

Now there is a story I would like to tell, of course this happened a few months ago, and is actually one of the catalysts for deciding to start a blog… it is horrendously blog worthy if I do say so myself.

It is a long story and I may end up splitting this into two parts so bear with me…

I come from a relatively small regional city called Geraldton. In Gero, most people know most other people, sort of just the way it is. If you’re not related, you’d be family friends, and if you’re not family friends, your grandparents probably had a disagreement a couple decades ago and now you’re not allowed to hang around at your mates’ place. For reference, my great grandmother is 93 years old, has lived in Geraldton her whole life and her uncle and grandfather put up the first light pole in town. So theres that.

(This story may seem a little obsessive, but I promise I am totally normal and do not obsess over people what-so-ever)

I went to 1 of the 3 Catholic primary schools in Gero, and in year 3 a new kid joined our class. Not a big deal to me, (boys still had cooties when I was 9), but fast forward a couple years (now) and there is a lot of history between me and who the new kid grew up to be.

For the sake of this story, new kid’s name is Charlie. (I will change names the entirety of my blog to protect the innocent – or not so innocent – from being recognised.)

So Charlie was a new kid at school, super sporty so got along well with the ‘cool kids’. He was one of the boys that was friends with girls, a concept that 10 year old me never seemed to grasp (until year 10 but trust me that is a way different story.)

In year 6, 2018, our final year at primary school, I was a high achieving, over-thinking, extroverted, perfectionist (read: undiagnosed autistic). I was generally well liked and always put myself out there. One day, Charlie and a couple of girls were walking past at lunch discussing some thing or another, when one of the girls called out to me and said that I could sing good. Wasn’t even a question, more a statement that they were telling me, yet somehow still not a compliment. I said, “Yeah, I guess.”

And that is how I got roped into singing a duet with Charlie of George Ezra’s ‘Shotgun”, in front of my entire primary school. In my top two most embarrassing moments EVER.

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Fast forward to 2023 when I was in year 11, I had gone through a really bad friendship/break-up with a boy who I was totally infatuated with and I had relapsed into my depression.

In order to make myself feel better, I started talking to some guys on snapchat. I knew them all from school so not random strangers. But like 6 or 7 at a time. And I mean talking talking. As in, I refer to this time of my life as my slut era. To justify my behaviour, I was seeking validation and doing so in a way that if one guy stopped talking to me, it wouldn’t hurt so much because I was also talking to plenty more.

Charlie was one of these people. And he was always super nice about it, in a way that honestly shocked me because boys can be brutally honest after 11pm. Also, he used emojis like 🤪and 🫣and 😋 which I would giggle a lot at just from how unexpected it was.

Alas, my slut era had to come to an end. (My phone was taken off me because my mum found out.) Nothing even happened in real life with any of these people though, there was 1 non-event in a unisex bathroom on the third floor of the Catholic high school I went to, but apart from that, nada.

By the end of that year, Charlie had left school to start his apprenticeship which I didn’t know at the time, but assumed because he stopped going to school. I did see him look rather dashing at the school ball at the start of year 12, however I had a boyfriend at that time, so I sort of just smiled from a distance. Again, I promise I’m not obsessed I just happened to take note.

On the 12th of November 2024, I finished my last WACE exam. Hooray! I had some friends over to celebrate and I was about 7 drinks in when I suggested I download tinder. (I 100% fully knew what I was doing and getting in to.)

A couple uneventful weeks later, I am swiping away on tinder, and I see Charlie… NO WAY! I thought, what the hell. If I swipe right (to match) with him, then he either never knows OR he matches with me.

Screen turns green. Its a match. HE HAD ALREADY SWIPED RIGHT ON ME. Cue feet kicks and giggles, because at least I knew he wasn’t super creepy and was actually a decent person who wouldn’t murder me if I got in his car.

Naturally, the first person I told was my boss.

I had opened the conversation with, “Hey, fancy seeing you on here.” Stupid, stupid, stupid. Looking back I could have been so cool, sexy and mysterious but no. I didn’t expect him to reply anyway.

HE REPLIED

Soon enough we were chatting on snapchat instead and he asked the most romantic question a girl can hear…. dtf

Well I was on tinder for a reason sooo

He picked me up about 8:30 that night and while he was driving he seemed super nervous, I actually had to ask if he’d done this before. Afterwards, when he dropped me home about 10, it was clear he had done it before because it was not bad by any means. I won’t go into details for my younger readers, but WOW.

This was just before Christmas as well, and was actually the hottest day Gero had all year. Overall experience including the heat was about an 8.85/10. However, 10/10 recommend Charlie and the backseat of his car.

Alright I’m going to end it here on a cliffhanger more or less. The plot twist has not happened yet in the story but I feel like Charlie’s background was necessary for the context of how twisty the plot is. Remember, Charlie is not his real name, and I would appreciate if no one tried finding out who he is, poor guy did not intend to be a blog post.

Okay byeee, come back for part two. ✌