Long term plans

So, I guess first comes the explanation of the "evilandwrong". Well, like many stories, it begins with "I met this girl." Well, woman really, but lets not be pedantic. Long story short, I have a fairly dark sense of humor, as most of my closet friend will attest to. Every now and then, out comes something that could conceivably cause offence to someone who doesn't know me, or at the very least is inappropriate. It's at that point I hear my girlfriend saying "You're just evil and wrong."

And why the blog? Good question. No, really. I have friends who do it. A friend and his mother. They both write very well, and one now has his almost dream job writing copy. I thought I'd give it a go. I may not do it regularly, but lets wait and see. Anyone in the UK who has seen a BBC2 program called "Grumpy Old Men" may see some similarities if my blogging becomes a regular thing...

If you had asked me at the beginning of the year what my long term plans were, it would have been simple. I wanted to get a permanent resident visa and move to Canada, to live and work for what could possibly have been the rest of my natural life. I was almost at the end of my application, having applied in 2004 and all I had to do was take a French exam and send in the certificate to get the points I needed to get in. I spent a month in Vancouver with friends covering Christmas and New Year, which was the first time in years I'd actually bothered celebrating either event, and I had the best time I've had in a long time. I was dead set on going back to the UK, quitting my job and planning for my new life.

Then it happened. I met this girl. Well, technically I'd met her at the end of November, so before I'd gone to Vancouver. She had been playing on my mind, but I've not been very successful with women in the past, so I really wasn't expecting anything to happen. I was sure I was soon to be moving out to Vancouver. I got back having really enjoyed my break, more certain that ever that I was on my way. A few days after I got back, I handed in my notice at work, and set about looking for a French teacher so I could brush up on my French skills. I found a French teacher who was able to fit me in, during the month between when I left my job and when I had to take the exam.

Then I got a message. It turns out the girl wanted me to ask her out. Now, I don't know this for sure, but how often does that happen? Never, in my experience. The message came from her boss, through a friend, so I could be fairly sure it wasn't some horrible joke (I have self-esteem issues - but then, if we're being honest, who doesn't?). So I asked her out. It was still somewhat of a surprise when she said yes. That was at the beginning of February. Now we are renting a house together (we've been in for just over three weeks) and things are going really well. My plans for Vancouver have been put on hold at least until she can see it. My whole life plan changed. And it happened fast.

That's it really. Here I am, in my new home in the UK, listening to my friend's radio station, typing away. As I said, I don't know how regularly I'll be here, and to be honest this wasn't what I was expecting to write, so I should think I'll be back for more...