Right. This girl. Rather than just rant obliquely about it , here's the deal (the short version, it's more complex than this), unless it gets really interesting, I promise this'll be the last I say about it:
1. A couple of months ago, she wrote to me via my profile on a popular internet dating site. We met up, I think she's great, I'm pretty sure she likes me. She seems a bit aloof, I guessed maybe she was just a bit shy. We hang out several more times. Now I think she's *really really* great. My brain allows itself to go places I would normally forbid.
2. I decide to mail her via (fucking) MySpace. I find her profile. There's loads of pictures of here and her boyfriend. Dissappointing, but such is life. This I could deal with. So I'm about to ask her about it, and she tells me. Horrible guy, won't leave, worst two years of her life etc etc.
3. I fail to run for the hills, because I'm a fucking idiot. I get involved. She kisses me. Then she calls me at 3am to come over. She stays the night. She stays the night again. I don't see her all week. She tells me she wants to cool it until the other guy is completely gone. Hmm, seems like sense. We hang out a bit more.
4. She informs me by text message that she's back with him. And inquires if it would be too weird if she brought him out to meet me. I inform her that yes, that would be too weird. This would have all been fine if it'd happened before item 3. I now feel like I have unwittingly participated in someone's little experiment.
5. I tell her I can't see her. She really wants us to be friends. Because I'm an idiot (see 3) I cave and still see her occasionally. We talk on msn at work nearly every day. Hmmm. I could talk to her all day.
6. I face facts, put this down to experience. I make good headway on the recovery process.
7. On Friday she decides at 1am that she wants to meet up for a drink. It would appear she's been to a friend party sans boyfriend. We have that drink.
8. My recovery process unravels. The coldly-logical and fluffily-emotional sides of my brain resume their war.
9. I gets no sleep.
10. Fuck.
Now however, my friend liz is coming over and we're going for greasy food, booze, and smoking
*Epilogue*
So we had dinner tonight (yeah yeah, I know). Hmm, it seems her boyf has resumed being a dick, maybe explaining why I'm popular again. Fuck, she's *so* great, apart from the fact that she seems to like this bizarre situation. As you've all so rightly pointed out I should leave her to it and get the fuck out. I'm working up to it. But not very fast
Ahhh, I'm off home to blighty for xmas in a week or so.
1. A couple of months ago, she wrote to me via my profile on a popular internet dating site. We met up, I think she's great, I'm pretty sure she likes me. She seems a bit aloof, I guessed maybe she was just a bit shy. We hang out several more times. Now I think she's *really really* great. My brain allows itself to go places I would normally forbid.
2. I decide to mail her via (fucking) MySpace. I find her profile. There's loads of pictures of here and her boyfriend. Dissappointing, but such is life. This I could deal with. So I'm about to ask her about it, and she tells me. Horrible guy, won't leave, worst two years of her life etc etc.
3. I fail to run for the hills, because I'm a fucking idiot. I get involved. She kisses me. Then she calls me at 3am to come over. She stays the night. She stays the night again. I don't see her all week. She tells me she wants to cool it until the other guy is completely gone. Hmm, seems like sense. We hang out a bit more.
4. She informs me by text message that she's back with him. And inquires if it would be too weird if she brought him out to meet me. I inform her that yes, that would be too weird. This would have all been fine if it'd happened before item 3. I now feel like I have unwittingly participated in someone's little experiment.
5. I tell her I can't see her. She really wants us to be friends. Because I'm an idiot (see 3) I cave and still see her occasionally. We talk on msn at work nearly every day. Hmmm. I could talk to her all day.
6. I face facts, put this down to experience. I make good headway on the recovery process.
7. On Friday she decides at 1am that she wants to meet up for a drink. It would appear she's been to a friend party sans boyfriend. We have that drink.
8. My recovery process unravels. The coldly-logical and fluffily-emotional sides of my brain resume their war.
9. I gets no sleep.
10. Fuck.
Now however, my friend liz is coming over and we're going for greasy food, booze, and smoking
*Epilogue*
So we had dinner tonight (yeah yeah, I know). Hmm, it seems her boyf has resumed being a dick, maybe explaining why I'm popular again. Fuck, she's *so* great, apart from the fact that she seems to like this bizarre situation. As you've all so rightly pointed out I should leave her to it and get the fuck out. I'm working up to it. But not very fast
Ahhh, I'm off home to blighty for xmas in a week or so.
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as well as no more contact with crazy girl.