Kizzy

More trouble with the ex. His, not mine. Makes a change. Oh wait, lately it doesn't!

Went out on Friday night for his workmate's leaving do, and she was there. She kept talking to her mate and pointing and looking in our direction, in a really over the top drunk way. She was talking to Manc, about Nottingham (as if to ensure I knew that she had been there - wouldn't that have caused some trouble if I hadn't!) and generally making me feel uncomfortable. Fair enough it can't have been easy for her seeing us together, and a lot of it was my own paranoia. Well, some of it. But I would have thought she would have calmed it down a bit and drawn as little attention to herself or us as possible. For her own sake, no one elses.

In the next bar she cornered my friend and was saying that she didn't want there to be any trouble, but was slagging him off somewhat. She moved onto Manc, going on and on while he was pulling faces and she was failing to get the hint. The way she was acting, really over the top with her friends in front of us, and touchy feely, it was as if she was trying to mark her territory. Show me that she is still part of his life whether I like it or not.

Still, if that had been the extent of it I would have stayed fairly sane about the whole thing. But no, she asked him if he was going to introduce us (loudly pronouncing my name wrong, which is quite odd really as I seem to remember her pronouncing it perfectly fine when she barged into his living room to accuse me of being disrespectful). His response was that we'd already (insert expletive) met! But, she said, it wasn't under the best circumstances. Then, turning to me she said I think we may have met. Well yes, I seem to remember some vague situation where that may have been the case. I'm not a bitch. That was her response, not mine.

Isn't it great, we have been properly introduced, and now the three of us will be able to move on and have a great time when we go out for Manc's birthday next week.

Yes. That is correct. She was accidently invited by another friend, who is jointly celebrating his birthday on the same night out. And she thinks its a good idea to come. Knowing that I'm going to be there, with people I don't know and it will all be very awkward.

It just feels like she's making it difficult for us. I know I don't have anything to worry about, I don't think he would want to get back with her or anything like that, but I just don't like the fact that she is going out of her way to still be part of his life. Apparantly, she's not even really friends with the other guy whose birthday it is, yet she's still coming.

I shall be calm. And nice. And play the whole I'm-so-cool-the-ex-doesnt-even-hit-my-radar thing.

Ok, I shall get drunk.

Have been rather ill with a nasty stomach bug.

Luckily it only lasted the one day, but it would have to be a day I was spending with Manc! He came up here on friday and we stayed in with a film and a pizza, planning on having a more lively night out on saturday. However, I woke up feeling rather ill and spent the next 12 hours either on the toilet or with my head in a bucket.

I wouldn't have blamed Manc if he had wanted to just go home, I wasn't exactly fun company, but he stayed and was so lovely. He went out to the shop and came back with flowers, a frankie boyle dvd for us to watch as we wouldn't be able to go out, a big box of chocolates for when I felt able to eat again, and smoothie for the heathy factor.

Its not really the most romantic way to spend a weekend, I was quite embarressed by the whole thing but he just told me not to be stupid, and we just had a laugh about it. If he can see me at pretty much my worst - in my scruffy pyjamas, no makeup, greasy hair, smelling slightly of vomit - and still not be put off, then he may well be a keeper.

Today, luckily, I've felt ok, so the whole weekend wasn't a total wipeout. We went into town for a bit of shopping and lunch, and he left about an hour ago.

In other news, I've been studying but slightly stressed out by how much I still have to do. As usual! I always leave it until a few weeks to go and panic! Plus I am getting slightly distracted at weekends with the new boyf. But I shall persevere and get my assignment done!

The Ex messaged me on facebook. He's the slightly angry one, the one that keeps cropping up, usually at really inconvenient times. So I messaged him back a couple of times, only because I know what he's like, and if I don't respond he will be really funny about it if I see him out in town. I'm just trying to work out how to drop into the conversation that I'm seeing someone, without it being obvious that I want him to know. Then he will know that I'm not interested, but he won't have any reason to be funny with me because I'm not ignoring him.

Stupid boy. I probably should just ignore him. I don't owe him anything.

Having a weekend of studying. Until Sunday when I shall go to see Manc. Or he shall come here, it is undecided yet.

He is currently away for the weekend with some friends. There was a spare place and someone stupidly offered it to his ex, so she is going with them. After the whole spying through the window at us, I am suspicious of her motives.

I know I have nothing to worry about, but it didn't stop the feeling of paranoia that has followed me around all week. It's silly, he clearly doesn't love her anymore, and he seems to quite like me, and so far has only proven himself to be a nice guy.

I've not turned into a quivering jealous wreck or anything, I am quite composed and have been very accepting of the whole thing, though he knows not 100% so. Its more the fact that they have mutual friends, some of whom think that inviting her along was a good idea. I'm not sure what they are hoping to acheive, but I can assume that I will have a hard time trying to win them over. Especially as they will have heard her version of her psycho fit.

I have met some of his other friends, some of whom are there this weekend, and they seem to like me. Or at least are polite enough to tolerate me. So thats fine. Some of them like me and more importantly he seems quite comfortable with me meeting his friends.

I'm just being silly and feeling a little sorry for myself.

I haven't blogged for a couple of weeks, very quick catch up!

Last weekend was spent with Manc, as was the weekend before. He moved into his new house this weekend so this should mean no crazy ex girlfriends turning up with her mother late at night! Met his parents on Saturday, I popped round to see his new house and they had been up from Manchester for a couple of days. They seem very nice, easy to get on with, I don't have to watch what I say too much!

Friday night I had a leaving do for work, and sat went to a wedding do. My friend got married in Cyprus a couple of weeks ago and had a do back here. It was good, Manc didn't come as he had house stuff to sort out, but I stayed at his sunday and monday so that was good.

Its been a hectic few weeks, what with work being busy and spending a lot of time going back and forth between here and Mancs.

Ooh and flatmate and her boyfriend are moving out. So I'm keeping on the flat by myself for now, see if I can afford it!

Anyway, that pitiful effort is all I have energy for right now! Watching Sunday's x factor on sky plus then bed!

I have had a great weekend. Stayed at the Manc's for the whole weekend and we haven't got bored of each other yet.

Friday we went out with his work mates, some of whome are also my mates, so that was good. Went for Tapas and drinks. A lot of drinks.

Saturday, went went into town, I got my hair done and on my way back to meet him I bumped into my parents, who were a bit miffed I was 'home' for the weekend but hadn't went to see them. It was only because I didn't want to lie about staying at Manc's, as they have a real issue with the whole staying at lad's houses thing, even though I'm 25 and don't live with them anymore. So as I did see them and as they did ask, I told them I was on my way to meet Manc and staying at his. They didn't say much - probably because we were stood in the middle of the street - but I know my Dad will have been going on to my Mam about it all day once I'd gone.

Anyway, Manc treated me to lunch, and we went back to his. Made pizza together for tea, made the dough and everything. It's nice doing things like that together, it's fun. Had a lazy night in with a film and bottle of wine.

Yesterday was the best day though. We went to the zoo! It's a little zoo, but was still really good. I love the zoo, I'm like a big kid.

I let some ducks eat off my hand, which is a big thing for me as I'm pretty scared of anything that can fly at me. Or has a beak. I also fed a penguin, but it wouldn't come close enough so I just threw the fish and it hit it on the back. Was quite funny. In a non-animal cruelty way of course. Manc bought me a little giraffe toy. How cute.

Stayed at his last night but had to set off about quarter past 7, got home for ten to 9 just to quickly change into work clothes and of course was a little late to work but no more than any other day! He made my lunch for me again to take to work too.

It really has been just a great weekend, getting to spend time with him.
And no psycho ex and her mother, or nosey neighbours this weekend!

Sooo, there's not really much to say about my trip to Edinburgh - we were outside Edinbugh, in a caravan, in the rain, and I was with parents so it wasn't exactly a wild one.

However, the weeked either side of the trip were far more interesting.

Went out on Bank Holiday Sunday, and met my friend who was out with work. She went home, and I, er, pulled her boss.

Went back to his and didn't get home till 7 (I snuck in 5 minutes before my dad got up!). Which was rather unfortunate as I had to get up at 9 for the 4 hour car journey. I managed to hide my hangover until we were an hour up the road, when I announced I was going to be sick. My dad pulled over at the side of a really busy road, and I spewed. On my jeans. It was a classy moment.

Anyway, back to the night before... it was just a drunken thing. A good drunken thing. He asked for my number before I left but I didn't really think anything of it. But he text me all week and asked me to go to the cinema on Friday when I got back from being away. So we went to see Final Destination, went for a couple of drinks and then back to his.

We got on really well. I was surprised. There was a lot more to him than I'd thought. I'd met him a few times, and as my friend has worked with him for 2 years I've heard a lot about him, but I did think he was a bit, well, pervy. In a funny way. And I never fancied him when I met him, I didn't think of him as anything more than her boss. Plus as him and my friend get on really well, he knows stuff about me, like she went into work and told him about the whole psycho date thing - which he laughed a lot about - so I assumed he wouldn't really take me seriously.

However, we had a great time. Yesterday, we went for sunday lunch then spent the afternoon at his yesterday. He is planning on coming through here on Friday night. I really hope he does, I've just got major paranoia that he's going to cancel on me.

We can only see.

Oh, and he doesn't have a wife, child, girlfriend, fiancee or drink problem, and only a minor criminal record. I may have suffered an injury or three but nothing I'd complain about!

Went to the gym yesterday for the first time in months. About five months probably. Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, managed 45 minutes without dying anyway! I promptly came home and undone all my hard work by scoffing a big bar of Galaxy while watching a film. Was a nice way to spend a Saturday though, without having to study feel guilty about not studying.

Last night a few of us from work went round to one of the women's house. A few glasses of wine later and it seemed like attempting handstands would be a good idea. My initially confident attempt ended in a near concussion when I banged my head against the wall. At least I learned from that, not like one of the women who kept trying despite falling in very painful looking positions each time.

Felt a little hungover this morning, didn't get in until after 3.

Now I'm just watching X-factor and then I'm off to stay at my parents tonight. Night out back home tonight for bank holiday, then off to Edinburgh tomorrow for a few days.

See ya!

Friday night in. First night in ages I've not had to study or worry about study. Treated myself to an Indian takeaway and just been chilling out watching Big Brother and last week's X Factor.

It's quite sad the only time I get flowers is from the takeaway. I wonder why they put a rose in with the food. Maybe its because they know that I'm a sad singleton ordering food for one for a quiet night in! Is still nice though.

Spoke to my latest IT crush today on the phone. He had to fix a fault on my computer. After a failed 15 minutes I suggested that switching it off and back on again might do the trick. He laughed, that may have been from pity. I wasn't doing so well at the flirting. I was sitting there a bright shade of pink and twiddling my hair but (luckily) that doesn't translate over the phone.

Back to Big Brother.

I have just sent in my assignments for module 2. Now I can relax. For about a week anyway until I have to start the next one!

After spending 8 hours at work today, I spent another 4 in the office finishing the assignments before coming home and rewarding myself with a nice cup of tea, a biscuit and some CSI NY.

Can't wait to get in from work tomorrow and not have to do any study. I want to just lie on the sofa and watch tv, or maybe just go to bed at 6pm. Though really I have a massive pile of ironing to tackle and need to pack for going home on Sunday and Edinburgh on Monday.

I have a week off next week - I know I've only been back at work for two weeks since Spain but it's always the way, everything comes at once. After this I won't be off until Christmas, and even then its dubious as to if I'll actually get any days off other than the obligatory Christmas day and New Years day. Won't even get an extra day off for boxing day as it's on a Saturday this year.

Can't believe I am thinking about Christmas already. Though a card shop in town was putting out christmas cards two weeks ago which is just depressing. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. But I think I would like it a lot more if we didn't have 5 months of it. Would be a bit more special then. Having said that, my family is so big (and I'm so unorganised) I need to start now to get all my presents bought in time! Anyway, I digress...

I'm going to Edinburgh next week. With my parents. In a caravan. They had booked it already and I decided I'd tag along, spend a few days geeking it up in the museums and shopping and generally escaping from work and study and french squatters.

Had a good weekend. It was my friend's hen party, we met at 4pm in a cocktail bar but I wasn't too drunk and disorderly. Well, I was a bit tipsy, but not really bad. We had the bar to ourselves for a few hours, played a few games, drank some rather lush cocktails and ate cake, before going round a few more bars. Bought myself a lovely new dress.

At the end of the night, got a tikka wrap and went to my mate's house who lives in town. He's asked me out a few times before but I told him I just want to be mates. He said he respected that, it was all fine. I said I'd go to his for a bit to eat my takeaway and watch a film and then I'd get a taxi home, but he tried it on with me and was going on about how he knows I'm really busy and I live 45 miles away but he doesn't care he just wants to give things a try. Well I DON'T. Why can't he take no for an answer?!

I was there about 20 minutes and I just left. I've told him time and time again that I just want to be friends, that I'm too busy to think about blokes with all the work I've got to do. When I got back to my parents I text him and said that I thought we could be mates but it's obviously not working because he thinks that means more than it does, and I don't want it to be taken as if I'm leading him on when all I'm doing is treating him as a friend. And just to make it clear, I said that its nothing to do with being busy, I would find the time to go out with someone if I really really liked them, but I don't feel that way about him.

He said he appreciated my honesty and wouldn't bring the subject up again. Then he text me the next day as if nothing had happened.

I wasn't trying to be harsh, but no just doesn't seem to be having an effect.

Shame the present object of my affections doesn't like me that much. Well, one of them lol. Think I've got a crush on one of the IT guys at work. He came to fix my scanner last week. I tried to have a bit of a flirt but it was a bit difficult with the trainee IT girl hanging around.

Even I had to laugh at my ridiculousness though. I'd just taken out my contact lenses and put my glasses on as my eyes were a bit sore, when about 30 seconds later IT guy rang to say he was coming over to my office. Quickly put the contacts back in, brush my hair, powder my nose, spray a bit of Chanel... well something had to cover up the smell of desperation.

Mmm, forget Canteen Boy, I think this new mission could make work a bit more interesting. Until I find out he's got a girlfriend/fiancee/wife/boyfriend, and then I'll have to find some other victim crush.