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The tag along boyfriend

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-10-12 - 12:18:29

I got an email on Thursday from the Uni guy to say that he wouldn't be there at all on Friday, so I never got to suss him out. He text me on Friday as well to say that he was off on holiday and he's sorry that we haven't spoke on the phone yet, he's been busy but he doesn't want me to think he's rude.

I never really thought anything of it that we'd not spoken on the phone, I was quite happy with the occasional text until he's back off holiday and then meet up, no pressure. But it's quite nice that he is considerate enough to apologise for that - I'm not used to this. I'm used to guys who don't get in touch for 2 weeks, and then when I do hear from them, don’t see why I’d be a bit peeved. And those have been actual boyfriends, not guys I’ve just met.

So that’s the latest, still planning to meet, but knowing my track record, while he’s on holiday he will meet the love of his life and I’ll never hear from him again.

Friday night I got a text from my friend saying her and her boyfriend were going to pop round for an hour if I wasn’t busy. Now I need to explain. Her boyfriend is 27, but he’s like an old man trapped inside a 16 year old’s body. Complete with the moustache that early-teens grow just to prove they can. On Friday he didn’t have the moustache, but the memory of it is ever engrained into my brain.

He just doesn’t have anything interesting to say but insists on talking. And talking. And talking... Yet in his strange way he is perfect for my friend. She’s like the female version of him. Yet where he is annoying, she is funny. The highlight of their conversation on Friday was telling me and my flatmate how he had just bought her a fleece. Not for a birthday present or anything, just because he loves her. And even better, it almost matches his.

So they came round, and were still here 3 hours and several ciders later (I was the only one drinking, it was called for). He was giving me the speech about how one day, I’ll find love, and when I’ve met the right person, I’d know because the hairs on the back of your neck stand up... I responded by saying I’ve been in love so I know what it feels like already thanks. And that I’m not looking for love, just a bloke who will buy me a fleece and other presents. It’s so infuriating when couples start on with that crack, though usually it’s women who go on like that, not blokes.

Then last night we were supposed to be having a girls night out. Except he decided him and his friend were going to come too. So he had to tag along to yet another girls night out. Me and another friend got to town and after exchanging pleasantries headed straight to the bar for apple sourz and vodka jellies. They didn’t really work as well as I’d hoped though, I think I’d have to drink enough to pass out before he became bearable.

We suffered our way through a few hours and then headed home, chicken tikka masala in hand. Mmm. I don’t think that much food was really called for, some chips or a burger really would have sufficed, but it was sooo good.

And today I actually feel ok. Even though my friend made me get up before the ungodly time (when it comes after a night out that is) of 10am.

Now I’m just chilling, eating haribo and watching scrubs before I get myself together enough to go buy a laundry basket. Such is the excitement of my Sunday.


 
 

Another quiz

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-10-08 - 21:32:53

1. What time did you get up this morning?
8.00am. Start work at 9 but only live 5 mins away. Still always manage to be late though. Today I made it in at 9.15am.

2. Diamonds or pearls?
Diamonds. Sparkly.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Get Smart. Steve Carrell = funny.

4. What is your favourite TV show?
Family guy. Can just watch it over and over again and still laugh out loud.

5. What do you usually have for breakfast?
Big fan of cereal. Sometimes toast. When I don’t have any milk left.

6. What is your middle name?
Joanne.

7. What food do you dislike?
Where to start? Pasta, tuna, cheese, ham.

8. What is your favourite CD at moment?
Guns n Roses – Greatest Hits. Can’t stop playing it in my car!

9. What kind of car do you drive?
Rover

10.Favourite sandwich?
Chicken and stuffing from Tesco. Or turkey and stuffing from the nice cafe in town.

11.What characteristic do you despise?
People who don’t have to work for what they have, and so don’t appreciate it. Is that a characteristic? Not that I’d say no to the lottery.

12.Favourite item of clothing?
I don’t think I have a favourite. Got a nice corset that I can’t really breathe in. That might be my favourite.

13.If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?
New York and Barcelona.

14.Favourite brand of clothing?
Don’t really have a favourite brand. Stick to high street, quite like River Island.

15.Where would you retire to?
My home town. Or Wales.

16.What was your most recent memorable birthday?
My last birthday, my 24th.

17. Favourite sport to watch?
Rugby

18. Furthest place you are sending this?
Er, to blog.co.uk.

19. Person you expect to send it back first?
No one, as I’m not sending it to anyone.

20. When is your birthday?
10th July

21. You a morning person or a night person?
Night. I don’t do mornings.

22. What is your shoe size?
6/7

23. Pets?
None.

24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us?
Not really. I’m boring.

25. What did you want to be when you were little?
A dentist. An astronaut. A farmer.

26. How are you today?
Tired and lazy. But ok, thanks for asking.

27. What is your favourite sweets?
Chocolate. And dolly mixtures.

28.What is your favourite flower?
Maybe I would have a favourite if someone ever bought me flowers.

29. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?
Christmas? Few things happening before then though, few nights out, trips and visits, becoming an Auntie for the 7th time.

30. What is your full name?
Princess Consuela Banana Hammock. Well, I’m not going to tell you my real name.

31. What are you listening to right now?
Watching The Family.

32. What was the last thing you ate?
Onion Bhaji, Carrot and coriander soup and bread. For my tea.

33. Do you wish on stars?
No. Maybe I should.

34. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
Green.

35. How is the weather right now?
I don’t think it’s raining, but it’s not very nice.

36. The first person you spoke to on the phone today?
A guy in HR.

37.Favourite soft drink?
Diet coke.

38. Favourite restaurant?
Mmm, a nice Indian back home, or the carvery down the road. Definitely carvery. No fancy restaurants for me.

39. Real hair colour?
Mid-dark brown.

40.What was your favourite toy as a child?
Had lots of Barbies and My Little Pony. And Moon Dreamers and Get-a-long gang.

41. Summer or winter?
Winter if in a couple. Lots of snuggling up. Summer if single. Men with their tops off and girly hols to Ibiza.

42. Hugs or kisses?
Hugs

43. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Chocolate. Or both. But got to be some chocolate in there somewhere.

44. Coffee or tea?
Tea. Milk, no sugar.

45. Do you want your friends to Post you back?
If they like.

46. When was the last time you cried?
I don’t know, but it can’t have been that long ago. It’s never that long ago.

47.What is under your bed?
Dust. CDs. Gym Bag.

48. What did you do last night?
Went to Asda.

49.What are you afraid of?
Pigeons. Seagulls.

50.Salty or sweet?

Both. But not at the same time.

51. How many keys on your key ring?
6

52.How many years at your current job?

2.25

53. Favourite day of the week?
Friday

54. How many towns have you lived in?
3

55.Do you make friends easily?
No

56. How many people will you send this to?
None. I’ll blog it instead.

57. How many will respond?
None, ‘cause no one is as bored as me.

Nicked from several people

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-10-08 - 20:49:35

What’s your name backwards?
yzzik

Name some lines from the song you are listening to?
I’m not listening to a song. I’m watching Hollyoaks.

Gay or Straight?
Straight

What goes on your toast?
Butter

What's the seventh text message in your inbox say?
“Ha ha ha oh I might forward that to beak.”

Has someone groped you in the past week?
No. But someone did very openly stare at my chest today.

Lily Allen or Kate Nash?
Lily Allen

Last person to call you babe?
The Sci Fi Guy that emails me now again. He sent me an email and called me ‘babe’. He didn’t get a reply.

I say ‘Jump!’, you say?
What? Sorry I didn’t hear you...

What’s the top played song on your MP3 player?
Possibly Welcome to the Jungle, Guns n Roses

Who did you last hold hands with?
A guy from about 2 weeks ago. The really quiet one that turned out to be, er, not so quiet.

Who would you like to meet?
Johnny Knoxville. For obvious reasons.

Funniest thing that happened today?
Nothing funny happened really. Though apparently my friend has some really funny crack about the not so quiet guy but she’s holding out on me as she’s at her bloke’s house and can’t tell me on the phone. Rubbish.

Are you insane?
Possibly. Probably. Yes.

Whats on your bedside table?
Lamp, coaster, tissues, contact lenses case, glasses, DVD and TV remote, moisturiser.

How many piercings do you have?
5 – two in each ear and one in belly button. Did have another in belly button but not anymore.

What’s one of your favourite quotes?
Move it or lose it.

Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a S or N?
Sam, Nathan

Is this year the best year of your life?
No. Though it’s not over yet.

Ninjas or Pirates?
Pirates. Jack Sparrow. Yum.

Where do you want to go right now?
Barcelona

Who do you want to go with?
Alone, so I can do all the things I want to do.

Do you hate My Chemical Romance?
No, I quite like a few of their songs actually.

What do you want from life?
I’m still trying to work that out.

When did you last do sex?
If you mean have sex, then a long, looooong time ago. About 4 months.

What's your nickname and why?
Er, Kizzy?

Anything written on your hand?
Nope

Could you run the Country?
I don’t think I’d make a very good job of it. So, yeah.

What are your favourite names?
Boy: Tom, Zack
Girl: Ryan, Lily

Have you ever punched a hole in the wall?
No

Name a good song.
November Rain, Guns n Roses

Where's your sister?
One will be at home with her three kids, one will be at home with her two kids, one will be at home, pregnant. Or possibly giving birth right now. And one will probably be out on her motorbike with her secret married lover.

Have you got balls?
Not the last time I checked.

How would you react if someone kissed you right now?
Depends who it was. Either kiss them back or slap them very hard. Or both hehe.

Where’s the weirdest place you’ve peed?
In a washing up bowl. Don’t worry, I didn’t do any washing up in it afterwards.

Are you scared of Cows?
I’m scared of pigeons, so yes, I do get ever so slightly panicky around cows.

Anything else to add?
I’m tired. And want chocolate.

Love letter update

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-10-07 - 21:00:10

Update on the love note guy.

He's only going to be there in the morning on Friday, and is working elsewhere in the afternoon, so coffee is off, though I'll probably see him there.

We are going to arrange something, but he's going on holiday for two weeks. So it will be a while before we get a chance to talk, but at least then I can suss him out if I see him on Friday, decide if I fancy him or not. And if not, then I have two weeks to weedle out of it.

We did swap numbers today, but I don't know if he'll call.

The guy I mentioned in a recent blog who I went on a date with about 3 months ago and is now engaged? He's also got a new job. Working with my flatmate. It's such a small world.

Forget love letters, it's email now

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-10-06 - 22:47:02

Got an email from the love note guy today. Not sure how he tracked me down, though I guess it wouldn't have taken too much to ring work and find out my name. Plus I've just googled my employer and job title (which is all he knew about me) and found myself (and my work email address) so it can't have been that hard for him. Still, a bit stalkerish though - ignoring the fact I've just googled him now I know his name. Didn't find anything interesting though.

He apologised for the 'tacky' note - it seemed like a good idea at the time - and asked if I'd like to go for coffee sometime. But not to feel like I had to reply, it would be good if I did, but not to worry...

It was kind of nice. Good that he acknowledged the fact it was 'tacky'. I have to go to the Uni on Friday anyway, so I replied and said if he was there then, maybe we could get a coffee afterwards.

This was after much ribbing from my bosses and discussion on how best to respond. Decided that coffee after this work thing would be perfect - informal, lots of people around, can keep it short if needed.

Could be weird. He's keen, can't decide if that's nice or desperate. But I figure that it's only coffee, nothing to lose.

Till we meet again...

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-10-03 - 21:11:45

I found out at work today that next Friday I have to do some promotional work at the University. It's at a marketing event, and as my boss pointed out, I may bump into my admirer from yesterday. Mmm, it's a possibility. He probably won't be there though, and I will have worked myself up about it all week.

Just having a glass of wine or two before going out. Should really go and get ready. Bye for now!

Romantic, or a little bit weird?

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-10-02 - 19:24:23

I was dreading today, but it has actually turned out a lot better than I thought! I got a present and thank you card, and a love letter, all in one day :).

Had a big conference I had to organise for work. Only had six weeks and have had to pretty much drop everything else work-wise to concentrate on this (as the guy who was supposed to be doing it was so useless. Even the small part which I suggested he be in charge of, he still couldn't handle).

But it went very well. I got high praise indeed from my bosses and fellow colleagues. Bitchy comments from others but all in all given the fact I'd never done anything like this before, and the short timescale in which to do it, I'm pleased with how it went.

One woman who had an information stall there was a carer who is passionate about the rights of mental health patients, and who I've helped with several publicity items. It's what I'm there for, but she mentioned to several colleagues how I'd been so helpful, treating her like a colleague, and not dismissing her views because she is a carer. She bought me a present - a candle and some bath salts - and a thank you card. It was so lovely of her, it's nice to feel appreciated. Makes me feel bad for swearing at the computer screen when she emailed me last week asking for some stuff for the conference - well, I have been extremely busy and stressed as of late!

But that’s not the best bit. I chatted, albeit briefly, to a guy who was running one of the info stalls. He does a similar job to mine, but for the Uni. Had a certain nice guy appeal about him, and looks like he plays rugby. Anyway, nearing the end of the conference I was sitting having a well earned cup of tea and cake with my workmates while we had a quiet moment, and when my boss went to leave the room, he stopped her out of earshot and asked if she would pass an envelope on to me, after he had left. She waved me over once he had gone and said a very sheepish guy had asked her to give me this. It was a card, that said:

Hi, I am not very good at this sort of thing...but...I wanted to say I think you are very sweet and extremely pretty...Maybe I’ll see you around... The * Uni Guy!

No name, no phone number. No way of ever contacting him. Showed it to both my bosses who couldn’t stop laughing. They thought it was romantic and couldn’t believe I’d managed to pull at a work event. I couldn’t wipe the very embarrassed but flattered grin from my face. It is very bizarre. The boss who he’d given the note to was quite impressed, she thought he was very good looking. I thought he had a certain charm too, but as he didn’t give me any way to contact him, it was a very nice but pointless gesture. Unless I can find out who he was from someone else who was there today. I’ve already tried google, as I know where he works and his job title, but no luck. Oh I know all the stalker tricks lol. On the other hand though, is it romantic, or is it a bit weird?

* Well I'm not going to tell you which Uni.

In other news...

A guy who I had a date with at the beginning of July (less than three months ago) has announced on his Facebook status that he got engaged today. That was fast work! By my reckoning (providing there was no overlap) he can’t have known her for much more than 2 month, as he was still texting me arranging to meet for a few weeks after our first date, but a second one never happened. He was away for a couple of weeks, and then was ‘in a car accident’ the night before our planned second date. Oh well, congratulations!

A reunion and revelation

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-09-28 - 22:20:28

I don’t really know where to start. The night was going so well, a little wierd, but then the five of us haven’t been together in over 3 years. However, the first few ciders took the edge of any awkwardness and we covered the basics of what everyone has been up to lately while proceeding to get drunk. ‘Nerdy’ outdone himself, going from beer to whiskey. After hugging and repeatedly shaking hands with everyone and anyone, (as well as freaking me out so much by stroking my hair that I moved seats – via the bar for another round to make it less obvious) he was then sick into his whiskey glass. Well, top points for getting it in the glass and not everywhere else.

A bouncer came to swiftly move us on after that, and we headed back to the flat of B, where we were all staying, about 3am.

As the only girl I was supposed to be sleeping in the spare room, but as Nerdy was in such a state, I suggested he sleep in there while we stayed up for a bit watching South Park. B headed off to his room, and the ginger welsh one passed out on the airbed. That just left me and the Ex. I was making a bed up on the floor for myself, with my massive duvet, when the Ex seemed to take offence to me leaving him to sleep on the sofa on his own, despite the fact that it was the second time we’ve seen each other in over 3 years, and I’d not given him any inkling that us both sleeping on a tiny sofa together would be acceptable in any way.

This ‘rejection’ however, set of something that he has been keeping bottled up since we broke up. He still loves me, he has never got over me leaving him, and he feels so bad about the whole thing that he doesn’t know what the point in anything is anymore. I’ve fucked him up for life basically.

We never spoke about what happened, and we haven’t been in touch much since, except for the odd email or text. So he wanted to know why. I was honest, I explained that what you think you want when you are 18, is different to what you want when you are 21. Things change, people change. Especially at that age, through Uni. He just could not grasp this though. He couldn’t understand what was so different about me, why I had to change, why I loved him at one time, and then I didn’t. There is no real explanation though, these things just happen. I am a different person now than I was 6 years ago when we met – I have grown up and everything that has happened to me, all the good things and the bad, have made me who I am today. I didn’t know what I wanted – I still don’t – and needed to experience life and be able to do anything that I want to do, without anyone holding me back. As it is now, the only person stopping me from achieving what I want is me.

He went on about how he doesn’t feel like he is worth anything, he doesn’t know what he has to do to make someone love him, and I’m the only girl he has ever been with. It seems like he has just given up, he’s got such a negative attitude and isn’t prepared to do anything to make things better. Whatever I was suggesting to make him feel better, he just said what was the point. He thinks that the world is against him because everyone else in the world is obsessed with money and power and look down on him because he doesn’t have a ‘proper’ job. I pointed out that nobody has said anything to him about his job, it’s obviously him that has an issue with it. If he’s happy working there, then it has got nothing to do with anyone else. If he’s not happy, then he should do something about it, instead of acting like it’s everyone else that has the problem.

He just kept saying that love is everything, and why wasn’t it enough that he loved me, why did I feel like I needed more than that. Apparently it’s stupid to want to have a good job, to have ambition and to want to achieve something.

Apparently, if you have love, you don’t need anything else. I put it across that actually, happiness to me is mix of different things that combine to make me who I am. Love is important. But so is family, friends, work, hobbies, interests. You need more than love to make you a complete person.

At his insistence, and aggression, I was honest that that his drug use was a problem for me, and not something I was prepared to deal with. And his negative attitude that the world owes him something without having to work for it doesn’t help his appeal either. While he was insisting that he couldn’t understand why I didn’t love him anymore as he hadn’t changed at all from the person I fell in love with, I pointed out that that was exactly the problem. That while most people grow up, he hadn’t. It might be harsh, but there was no reasoning with him. He was crying, getting quite angry, telling me that everything I was saying was shit. And then he would apologise and say that he knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, it was his issue, not mine.

I thought that more than three years after breaking up, he would have got over it and moved on. He has never mentioned anything like this, and I thought that there was no issue. But as it turns out, he seems to be very depressed, he doesn’t think much of himself, or anything/anyone else and I’ve destroyed his faith in love and happiness. I suggested that smoking cannabis is probably not helping him, as that will be making his depressive thoughts even worse, and that he really should speak to someone, his mum, his brother or a friend. But again, he became defensive and insisted that none of this would make any difference.

After going round in circles for nearly two hours I just said that there was nothing I could say to make him feel better – I’d been honest, whether he understood it or not, and that was as much as I could do. I said I was going to try and get some sleep as it was nearly 6am. But of course, after all that it was pretty hard to get to sleep.

I was on the floor, with the Welsh out for the count beside me, (He either slept through the entire thing, or if he had woken up, didn’t want to let on) and the Ex on the sofa. He started to talk to me, but I pretended to be asleep. He thought I was asleep and was lying on the sofa, crying and muttering over and over again, about how he loved me, how I’d broken him, made him a broken man, made him weak. He was also swearing quite nastily, though I think that was more aimed at himself than me.

It was scary. I was lying there, so uncomfortable, with my heart beating so hard and loud, trying not to move, as I didn’t want him to know I was awake. I managed to drift off, though he didn’t and kept getting up and leaving the room and coming back again, waking me each time. He let the cat in and I got the shock of my life when it ran across my pillow and brushed against my head. I was just drifting off finally, and thought it was him touching my head when I woke up, paranoid and uneasy. A few hours of broken sleep, and pretending to be asleep, and it was time to get up. Stayed for a while, making breakfast and small talk, though the Ex was very quiet and red eyed. The guys just figured he hadn’t handled his drink very well and was more hung over than they would have thought.

He didn’t really speak to me this morning. He was probably embarrassed, and he still looked very upset. It was an awkward way to leave things, but I didn’t expect any of this, so I had no idea how to react. I rang B when I got home, as I couldn’t really speak to him with everyone else there, and he has known the Ex since sixth form, though they are not as close now as they once were. No one else knows that he has been feeling this way, so I thought I should really tell B so that he has at least one friend who knows what has been going on. He was as shocked as I was, he thought he had got over me and moved on ages ago, and had no idea he felt this bad about the whole thing. I was worried that I was putting him in an awkward position by getting him involved, but he reassured me that he would rather know so that he can be there for him.

So I’m feeling pretty rubbish that I’m responsible for him being this way. Though I know that it’s not really down to me - I can’t be held responsible for his attitude, lack of ambition and inability to move on. People break up all the time. I’ve dumped and been dumped and I know how awful it feels, but some people deal with it better than others. You can’t stay with someone if you’re not happy. I feel for him, I really do, but equally I’m mad at him for putting this all on me, so long after we broke up.

I don’t really know what to do know. I don’t want to get involved in his life after all this time and make things worse for him, but knowing what I know, I don’t want to sit back and not do anything. He has some serious issues – issues that probably go a lot deeper than breaking up with me. But he’s stubborn, and thinks that the only thing that would help is if the entire world gets an attitude change, as opposed to himself. He won’t go get professional help, but it sounds like it could be what he needs.

I do feel better now I’ve spoken to B about it, and know that he can look out for him. It’s a relief that someone else knows, and I just hope that by talking to me last night the Ex feels a little bit better too. Though that’s probably naive of me. I don’t think there is any easy answer to this one.

Sorry, I have went on quite abit. Just had to get this all off my chest.

Student Reunion

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-09-27 - 00:09:02

Off to Preston tomorrow. Having a 'reunion' with my Uni flatmates.

The five of us met in halls at University, and then shared a house in our second and third year. Living with four guys was quite trying at times, not least because of the mess and the smoke. We had some great fun though. There was the broken window, the floods, the fireworks through the car windscreen, and the incident with the magic mushrooms. All them of course, I was just the spectator for the most part.

I went out with one them for the entire time I was at Uni. From about the second week in, until graduation, to be precise. We were planning to move in together, but I got cold feet. Decided that I was too young to settle down without living a bit first. So I took the wimp's way out and 'went home for the summer'. Moving all my stuff out in the process. And then I broke the news.

Since finishing Uni 3 years ago, I've seen him once. Now, when I know that I'm going to see an ex, whether they broke up with me or vice versa, whether we ended on good terms or not, I always want to look good. Even if you don't want them anymore, you want them to want you, right? Just a little bit? Or not even so much want you, but just think how well you're doing without them. Anyway, I met him for lunch about a year ago, and the guy looked like he hadn't even bothered to wash. He certainly hadn't bothered to shave, and was sporting a beard that looked like it may well house some wildlife in there. It was quite hard not to brag, and well, not lie, but play up a few details. Maybe I'm just a bitch. I mean, I left him. The last thing he needs is me going on about how well I'm doing, (in comparison, ignoring all the shitty stuff) when he's graduated (barely) with a music degree and now works as a delivery driver for a chinese takeaway. I just hope he has at least showered since we last met.

I've seen him, and one of my other flatmates, once in the past 3 years. The other two I've not seen at all, so between us we have a lot of catching up to do.

As well as the Ex, there is the Ex's best mate. Who confessed he liked me just as I was getting together with the other one. However, we got past that little awkwardness and became quite good friends. Then there was the incredibly nerdy one. Quiet and shy, the craziest thing he ever did was get drunk and steal some pint glasses from a bar. And last, but not least, the welsh ginger one. Now, you may have read in previous blogs, as I'm sure I must have mentioned it at some point, about my fondness for gingers and welsh guys. Enough said.

So I think it will be interesting to see how everyone is doing. Possibly a little awkward, but nothing that a couple of Strongbows won't sort out. Better go get some sleep, need to get up and pack in the morning. I'll let you know how I get on.

One random weekend

by Kizzy1984 @ 2008-09-23 - 00:49:55

I've had the most random weekend.

Got back from holiday in the early hours of Monday. After spending the rest of the week at work and full of cold, I headed down to Lancaster after work on Friday for a very messy night out. Only had a few hours sleep before being woken up by three of my friends howling with laughter at 8am while recounting the night before. Then, hung-over, I headed to my home town to repeat the fun with another night out.

There is this guy. He’s a bit, well, nice. Too nice. As in quiet and a bit unsure of himself. But seemingly a real nice guy. Not many around. According to his mates, he’s A-sexual. Not interested in girls, guys...nothing. Had a girlfriend or two but not really giving off the impression that he’s experienced with the ladies. All very innocent and awkward. Knows all the words to ‘Five’ songs, and dances along too. That says it all, surely.

Bollocks. There is nothing A-sexual about that guy. As I discovered on Saturday night.

The ex friend would text him, but insist she wasn’t interested in him. She claimed she was too shallow to go out with him. He wasn’t good looking enough for her, so she thought. (Er, mirror over there, love). But, as I pointed out, if she wasn’t interested, he was fair game...and if she didn’t make a move I would. It was just a joke really, I winded her up something chronic about it. She even admitted that even though she didn’t want him, she didn’t want anyone else to have him because it would take his attention off her. Anyway, she never did make a move...

What started out as a joke amongst me and my friends that I was going to pull him (without any intention of actually doing it) turned into some rather drunk pub kissing. And me going to his house for a cup of tea. Thinking that was all I was going to get.

Well, for a nice quiet guy he’s certainly forward. And he knows what he’s doing. No guy that innocent could get my bra unhooked that quick. With one hand. I’m in shock that we all got him so wrong! We messed around a bit but that was all – though believe me, he wanted more. And told me so.

I suppose I should not be that surprised – he is a bloke after all. More of a bloke than I gave him credit for!

Cue a lot of piss taking on Sunday. In fact, in between typing this I’m being interrogated on Facebook by one of his mates.

Hey, I might be surprised but I’m not complaining. Just never knew the guy had it in him.

Got back to my Parents' house, where I was staying, about 5.30am, just as my neighbour was heading out to work. So embarrasing. The taxi of shame is even worse than the walk of shame when it is the same taxi driver that has picked you up in the early hours on more than a few occassions. Should just go home in future when the pubs close. Actually, just need to find a new late night taxi firm.


 
 
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