yooohooo avon calling!

has anyone seen that ad on tv with salma hayek and the avon lipstick? yanno, press your lips together and instant glossyness? well i love glossyness! and i got sucked in when that ad came on. i wanted an avon lipstick thingy and i wanted it now!

only problem is you can't buy it in stores. so i got on the net, only you can't buy it on the net either. bastards... you gotta get that little book from a rep and order through them. with thier stupid little samples and thier stupid little 'avon calling' and 'oh look at my perfect make-up' and 'oh you have to order through me so that i can collect commision'.

so i'm walking through my local shopping centre and low and behold there is an avon stall set up in the middle. now 2 days before hand if you had asked me can you buy avon in australia i would have said no. and now it's in my face.

so i go over to have a little look at the colours the lipgloss i want is in and i walk away as an avon rep. thats right! without a scrap of make-up on and in my daggy 'universita of roma' sweatshirt, holding an avon bag full of catalogs and free gifts.

so why did i do it?? because now i can cut out the middle man. i can order direct from avon MYSELF and at REP PRICES. and all my friends can have cheap make-up etc too cos i don't want to make money out of it, i just want my friggin lipgloss!!!

the date that did... cept that he doesn't

so it happened, tuesday rolled around and my phone beeped. i picked it up all ready to reschedule (or not) again. imagine my surprise when the message read 'so i'll see you at 7'. i even wrote back saying 'i honestly thought that message was going to say you were attacked by killer gnomes - see you at 7'. when he wrote back saying 'not this week', instead of 'huh? what? gnomes? what do u mean by that?' i knew we'd get along.

so its 7pm, i'm sitting in a nice restaurant but have informed the waiter it will most likely just be coffee and all the staff immediately hated me. and Cam turns up. he even had a hair cut, and looked nice and pretty. in a masculine kinda way.

so we start chatting and OH MY GOD!!! and God is the operative word. This boy is more religious than Ned Flanders from the simpsons. I had an idea that he was christian but i had NO idea how far it went. for example:
- he goes to bible readings on monday night
- he door knocks
- he hands out pamphlets at a train station on a saturday night (karaoke doesn't seem so bad now... and Bernard, i love karaoke but its not exactly the 'cool' thing to do on a saturday night.. and we were in Parramatta, i doubt i'd run into you there. but we should do a duet sometime)
- he goes to church morning AND night on a sunday (and i thought on the 7th day he rested)
- he doesn't listen to any music other than gospel and hymms and stuff, even the christian rock bands are a no no cos the heavy beats etc take the focus away from the message.
- according to his parish he shouldn't be renting movies but he is s rebel and still does. only he tells his pastor he still goes to the video store.
- he uses phrases like 'i thank god i was saved'... 'my walk with the lord'... 'i can't wait to go to heaven'
- he doesn't drink
- he isn't interested in traveling anywhere anymore. he wants to concentrate on his 'journey with the lord'
- he's head usher at church
- and i didn't ask, but i'm willing to be there's no sex before marraige! and i'm a little skeptical there'd even be some after marraige.

that said...
- i was utterly fascinated by his faith. normally i can't take that kinda thing.
- he doesn't shove it down your throat, he actually came out and said 'don't think i'm here to try and save you, thats not what i came for. i want to get to know you.' he said it a few times actually
- we talked for 2 and a half hours till they kicked us out of the restaurant... litterally. not the polite slide the bill on the table so you get the hint. it was 'sorry guys, you have to leave... now'
- he insisted on paying
- he watches big brother.. which is the cutest thing cos everyone at his parish is disgusted with it and freaked when he asked them if they watch it. he was so excited to talk about it to someone (see, he is a rebel)
- he's 'been there done that', it wasn't till a few years ago that he went back to the church. he used to go to raves and travel and all that stuff.
- apparently a few years ago he gave me a christian leaflet thing at the video store and he reckons i didn't talk to him for like 2 years afterwards. he thought i hated him. i had completely forgotten but i remember it now. and i don't remember not talking to him, i remember saying its a damn shame cos he is so cute and stopped flirting with him cos it was a lost cause. (actually my friend sarah remembers it that way as well)
- he is still incredibly cute.

but all in all. i couldn't date him. we are too different and i wouldn't be able to handle it in big doses and he'd probably end up trying to save me. although i could pretty much guarantee he wouldn't take drugs and run off with my money. or get some other woman pregnant. or have a wife and kids sitting at home. tempting... but still no.

i would be his friend. he is such a nice guy and we got along well. and maybe i can corrupt him. (kidding!)

***** to the religious people who read this post... if you got this far, no i am not going to hell. i believe in God, i went to a Catholic primary school and i can still say the 'Hail Mary' and 'Our Father' off the top of my head. I have nothing against people with the level of faith Cam has. a couple of my friends are - granted not quite on his level but are getting there. it's just not me.

yanno what i hate?!?!

i reeeeeally hate it when people ring and i pick up the phone and in my oh so pleasant telephone voice say "hello" like most people do when they answer the phone. and the person at the other end goes "lucy?" (my mum) all demanding like. not "hello, is lucy there", or even "hello, is that lucy?"

i deal with this in 2 ways, depending on my mood. if i'm in a good mood, the amount it pisses me off only takes my mood to the average level and i may say "no, its natalie, i'll get mum for you". or if i'm already in an average mood the amount it pisses me off puts me in a bad-ish mood and i say "no" - no explaination, no nothing, just no.

and its always her family that does that too, you'd think they be able to tell us apart since i know who they are the minute they utter a word. the golden one was yesterday though when my cousin who i haven't spoken to in about 7 years rang.

{me} hello (all pleasant like)
{her} who's this? (rude bitch)
{me} natalie, i live here... who are you?

now her friends aren't as bad. they at least acknowledge that they know its me. but then they never say hello or how are you or anything which i still think is rude. its usually "oh nat, put your mum on". even joseph's friends are more polite than that. they usually say "hi nat its ___, how are you?" blah blah long enough for me to say good how are you and then they ask is joe there. its just proper phone etiquette.

is it just me?