"The following takes place between 3pm and 3am"
The post date journal.
Fucking Valentines Day is doing my head in. I bought myself flowers today. It's the only bunch I'll be getting!
Top five moments from my date
(1) Turning the date into a session
Had to happen didn't it really? I managed to turn the quiet drink into a twelve hour drinking session, which at one point involved getting my date to join me for a pint of 8% cider when he doesn't normally drink it. At least I was starting as I meant to go on!
(2) Encouraging the date to get horifically pissed
The 8% cider was a bad idea. As anyone who drinks cider regularly will know, strong cider can send people a little insane. When it hit a point where it seemed that he'd lost the will to drink I decided to encourage him to start downing doubles with me.
Come the end of the date he suddenly picks up his bag and storms out. I follow him out to ask what happened and he tells me that it's all a conspiracy and I'm plotting against him. OK. Having been drinking for twelve hours and having a terrible dating track record this then makes me cry.
(3) Deciding that all men are arses so going out and getting fucked up was a great idea
Just to make things worse (as I always do) I decide to carry on drinking at someones house and indulge in some drug taking. Next thing I know I'm naked with a female friend of mine in the shower and it's 11am. This is when the boy texts me and tells me that he can't remember leaving or getting home last night. He thought he maybe left at half ten when we left the pub when in fact it was 2am that he left the bar. Doh.
(4) Meeting him so he can apologise
I tell him what happened and he insists on meeting me. I somehow make it into town and am completely honest as to what I've been doing all night. He apologises, takes me home, puts me to bed and we stay there all day. Chatting, napping, that kind of thing. No sex. He leaves and kisses me goodbye.
(5) Worrying about it already
That was Thursday and I haven't heard from him since. I'm not sure whether I'll hear from him or not. I'm not sure if my wild child night out was a little too much for him and I've scared him off. I sincerely hope not. He was really sweet. He may well just be busy. We'll have to wait and see. Could go either way.
So there you have it. Another dating disaster. At least I have 24 to cheer me up. The only problem is that people keep fucking interrupting me. Do they not realise that CTU is far far more important than any problem that they may have? Tossers.
I want a midget for my birthday. I bet I don't get one. Arse.
"Danny Francettis Jazz Box"
The post date journal.
Fucking Valentines Day is doing my head in. I bought myself flowers today. It's the only bunch I'll be getting!
Top five moments from my date
(1) Turning the date into a session
Had to happen didn't it really? I managed to turn the quiet drink into a twelve hour drinking session, which at one point involved getting my date to join me for a pint of 8% cider when he doesn't normally drink it. At least I was starting as I meant to go on!
(2) Encouraging the date to get horifically pissed
The 8% cider was a bad idea. As anyone who drinks cider regularly will know, strong cider can send people a little insane. When it hit a point where it seemed that he'd lost the will to drink I decided to encourage him to start downing doubles with me.
Come the end of the date he suddenly picks up his bag and storms out. I follow him out to ask what happened and he tells me that it's all a conspiracy and I'm plotting against him. OK. Having been drinking for twelve hours and having a terrible dating track record this then makes me cry.
(3) Deciding that all men are arses so going out and getting fucked up was a great idea
Just to make things worse (as I always do) I decide to carry on drinking at someones house and indulge in some drug taking. Next thing I know I'm naked with a female friend of mine in the shower and it's 11am. This is when the boy texts me and tells me that he can't remember leaving or getting home last night. He thought he maybe left at half ten when we left the pub when in fact it was 2am that he left the bar. Doh.
(4) Meeting him so he can apologise
I tell him what happened and he insists on meeting me. I somehow make it into town and am completely honest as to what I've been doing all night. He apologises, takes me home, puts me to bed and we stay there all day. Chatting, napping, that kind of thing. No sex. He leaves and kisses me goodbye.
(5) Worrying about it already
That was Thursday and I haven't heard from him since. I'm not sure whether I'll hear from him or not. I'm not sure if my wild child night out was a little too much for him and I've scared him off. I sincerely hope not. He was really sweet. He may well just be busy. We'll have to wait and see. Could go either way.
So there you have it. Another dating disaster. At least I have 24 to cheer me up. The only problem is that people keep fucking interrupting me. Do they not realise that CTU is far far more important than any problem that they may have? Tossers.
I want a midget for my birthday. I bet I don't get one. Arse.
"Danny Francettis Jazz Box"
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I'll even try capturing a midget to give to you...where do they roam?
I might as well come clean with my V day plans. I originally was going to leave you a picture of a Terry's Chocolate Orange and then I got the crazy idea of actually posting you one, but I don't have directions on which to direct the courier with it. You have to ask yourself two questions though (and I shall indicate them with tungsten tipped screws):
1. Will it be a plain chocolate or milk chocolate? But more importantly,
2. Will there be any superficial damage to the box?