Thank christ the weekend is here. I've worked four 10 hour days on the trot for one of the Antique dealers I do computer stuff for. I've been setting up their stand at the Olympia fine art and Antiques fair. I needed the work as I am behind with the rent. This should put my head back above water.
Still, it has been a good week. I texted the Irish girl. Yeah, I bottled out of calling. You usually get a more honest response from a text, as it is easier to say no, or just not reply at all, rather than getting an "Oh shit he's just asked me out and I don't want to be rude" kinda response. So we are going out on tuesday night.
I was surprised to find myself relieved. I guess nobody likes to take a knock but still, both of us have made it clear that this is just for fun and frolicks so I thought I'd take it on the nose if she said she wasn't interested. I'm getting the feeling it would have put me down quite alot. I guess a little distraction is precisely what I need at the moment because of the ex GF issue, and I wouldn't much have liked to be back to square one. I notice the ex has only been on my mind half as much as she had been previously.
She phoned yesterday wanting me to come to her mother's birthday. I was the son her mother never had, and so I think the old girl is pretty pissed that we aren't together anymore. I was very much part of the family for over two years. Still, I am not running with that shit. I always knew her mother would take it hard if we split, and I know her mother thought we'd get back together when we'd just broken up. I thought so too, but now I am thinking that as much as I love her she isn't ever going to make me happy. Still, creating distance when I don't want to and she doesn't want me to either is pretty hard.
I have no idea how she is taking the fact that I don't ring her for weeks at a time. It is probably water of a duck's back. She's an expert in the ostritch defence. Personally I've always prefered the queenside communication gambit, an unfortunate variation of which is the drunken vitriole attack...
Anyway, enough of the chess metaphors, the weekend holds drinking at home with Ash tonight, script writing or a little work tomorrow if the hangover will allow followed by dinner with the mother. Sunday is the open mic session at the Jazz cafe followed by a film/ sunny debauchery with Freddie depending on the weather.
Hope you all have a lovely time doing fun things
Still, it has been a good week. I texted the Irish girl. Yeah, I bottled out of calling. You usually get a more honest response from a text, as it is easier to say no, or just not reply at all, rather than getting an "Oh shit he's just asked me out and I don't want to be rude" kinda response. So we are going out on tuesday night.
I was surprised to find myself relieved. I guess nobody likes to take a knock but still, both of us have made it clear that this is just for fun and frolicks so I thought I'd take it on the nose if she said she wasn't interested. I'm getting the feeling it would have put me down quite alot. I guess a little distraction is precisely what I need at the moment because of the ex GF issue, and I wouldn't much have liked to be back to square one. I notice the ex has only been on my mind half as much as she had been previously.
She phoned yesterday wanting me to come to her mother's birthday. I was the son her mother never had, and so I think the old girl is pretty pissed that we aren't together anymore. I was very much part of the family for over two years. Still, I am not running with that shit. I always knew her mother would take it hard if we split, and I know her mother thought we'd get back together when we'd just broken up. I thought so too, but now I am thinking that as much as I love her she isn't ever going to make me happy. Still, creating distance when I don't want to and she doesn't want me to either is pretty hard.
I have no idea how she is taking the fact that I don't ring her for weeks at a time. It is probably water of a duck's back. She's an expert in the ostritch defence. Personally I've always prefered the queenside communication gambit, an unfortunate variation of which is the drunken vitriole attack...
Anyway, enough of the chess metaphors, the weekend holds drinking at home with Ash tonight, script writing or a little work tomorrow if the hangover will allow followed by dinner with the mother. Sunday is the open mic session at the Jazz cafe followed by a film/ sunny debauchery with Freddie depending on the weather.
Hope you all have a lovely time doing fun things
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schoolgirl:
aww, you are way too sweet. I checked out a bunch of jazz this weekend myself. much love for ya too. 
lenorabell:
i never been to london before...im really looking forward to it...i dont hardly have any money...just a good job ive got a boyfriend with a nice full wallet!!
