Tuesday, 27 January 2009

Episode 10. The one that was, then wasn't, then was, then wasn't

I'm in a bit of a mood this evening, so this might not be as comical as I may have intended. But nonetheless, the quest for true love isn't always fun and games....

I've been quite busy since Episode 9. I think I went out almost out every night last week and it made me realise that I may have been in danger of becoming old before my time. Aside from last week I can only just remember when I last went out on the razz. And that is shocking! I am only 27. I am still in the bosom of youth. So I'm going to make an effort to go out a little more. And I think you all should too.
Because it is nice once in a while.

Man wise, things have been getting a little sticky. I've had to put Boy No 3 on hold (although he doesn't know it) because quite simply I just can't keep track. And also all 3 boys live in Headingley which just makes things ridiculously awkward.

Paul and I have been out again; he's a nice young chap, but this week I've been queuing up Boy No 2. Sam.

So Sam is from guardian dating, he became my fan (yes that's how they put it) a few weeks back, and we've been emailing through Facebook mainly and have had a couple of online chats. He's the lead guitarist in a band and he seems pretty cool. And he is also a fox.

Anyway I think we were supposed to go out a couple of weeks ago, but never got round to it because of something or other, and when we were chatting online last week, I mentioned it again and we decided to go out on Sunday (just gone). We left it that he would call me before then to decide when and where.

Now, those of you who keep up with Facebook will know that I had a bit of phone trauma over the weekend and was disconnected from the world for quite some time. So I facebooked Sam on Sunday morning to say that I could still go out, but I didn't have a phone. And then as fate would have it, we happened to both be online early on Sunday afternoon.

I opened up a chat window and did the usual hello etc, and he replied with "Oh. hey, i was just emailing you". And then I got "Er, my mate has just had some bad personal news and I don't really want to go out tonight. Could we take a raincheck?"


Bad personal news??

I know i'm probably a cynic, but why make up such a flamboyant lie?? If you've chickened out, or you can't be bothered, just say you forgot your parents were coming or something, and can we reschedule?
Don't make up some stupid reason. Or even, say you have a hangover or you don't feel well. Don't insult my intelligence with bad personal news of your mate's. That's just stupid.

Bad personal news. What does that even mean?

Anyway, so of course I said it was fine, we chatted for a little bit, and then he said "See you later".

He won't.

So that left me a little deflated. But I'm not one to wallow in self pity. Oh no.

I promptly picked myself up again, messaged Paul and asked if he wanted to go for dinner & drinks this coming Thursday. Which he did, and this made me feel rather chuffed with myself.

Fast forward to this evening, and I get a text message from Paul...

"Hi, sorry I can't do Thursday anymore. I have football. Are you free tomorrow night?"

I'm sorry??

Over a girl?


Over a girl?


I know we've only been out twice, but you'd think he'd sacrifice one game to spend an evening in my company?

Anyway, so of course I said it was fine, but I couldn't do tomorrow as I was already busy.

So in the space of 1 week, I have gone from two dates to no dates.

I don't understand. What have I done?

I hope it's not Karma trying to bite me in the ass because I've been greedy.

So i'm thinking I might reinstate Boy No 3. Who looks exactly like Christopher. I don't think this is such a bad thing, but most of you lot are telling me otherwise.
Each to their own eh?

There are no boys this weekend as I'm off to London for Sarah's hen do. Can you believe it, they're getting married in 6 weeks! OH MY GOD!

I am so excited I could burst.
Anyway, that was just an aside. Perhaps I'll meet a foxy boy at the wedding......


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