Welcome to ‘Ask Rosie’, the space on Mamamia where you can contact me with your problems about anything and everything and ask me, well, what I would do. Consider it my selfless Oprah-esque gift to all of humanity. You’re welcome.
But be warned, I’m not one to beat around the bush. I tell it like it is. I call ‘em like I see ‘em. I’m a straight shooter. Cliche cliche etc etc sassy advice cliche.
Let’s get into it:
Dear Rosie,
I’m currently in this really awkward relationship with a man who lives a few streets away from me. We catch the same bus every day, and then change buses and get onto the same second bus every day. And, we get off at the same final stop every day. I do not know his name. I know nothing about him. But, I feel as if we should both just acknowledge that we spend nearly two hours (classic Sydney traffic) together each day, and have done so for over a year. I actually see him more than lots of my friends. Not that I know him. Or anything.
Should I approach him?!? WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Anon xx
Anon. Drop what you’re doing and listen to me RIGHT NOW:
You are currently in the middle of an epic romantic comedy. If you play this thing right, you and Bus Guy are going to end up kissing in the rain, and none of your makeup will run while doing so.
First, get yourself a sassy best friend who rolls her eyes a lot, and is either married or a lesbian (it doesn’t matter which, she just can’t be interested in your leading man). If you can’t find one of those, sub in a fun, bitchy gay guy who tells it like it is, girlfriend.
Next, spill your coffee on Bus Guy. When he takes his headphones out to clean up, you’ll hear that he’s listening to That Song by The Band You Thought Nobody Knew About But You.
Fall in love with Bus Guy. Then, face some obstacles that make you ask yourself if love is enough. Break up with Bus Guy.
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There is a guy at my work with a dreadlock mullet-that's short in the front, dreadlocks in the back. He finishes this look with a scruffy beard. He keeps trying to flirt. No. Just no. He was watching me work the other day (seriously. He was sitting on the bench behind me watching me for a good 5 minutes) and I was being short with him so he started asking me what's wrong. You. You are what's wrong. Leave me alone and problem gone! it's a casual summer job, 3 days in and I already want to scream at him.
On the subject of no personal space:
I was at my fave cafe today, killing some time between a disgustingly early
hospitality shift and a disgustingly boring linguistics lecture, when a
lady sat down at the table next to me. Her butt touched my arm as she
sat down, and she proceeded to sigh super loudly as though she was having a
really stressful day! I kept my eyes firmly on my meal but couldn't help but notice her smell. B.O. central!!! When the waitress came to take me order, they laughed about how I was tempting her with the delicious hotcakes, and she ordered the same thing. When I'd had enough, I pushed my plate aside and and she asked me why I wasn't going to eat the rest. I mumbled that I was full. She leaned over with all her B.O. and breathed at me that I didn't need to lose weight!! To top it all off, she knocked my bag over when she left :(
What the heck lady!?!?!
Yikes!