I can't help but feel that I should post something here. As much as I like that Keats quote. It's just that I hate making sweeping generalisations, but why the hell are are girls so fucking mental?
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Exhibit A:
There's this girl I met recently, very attractive, really nice, intelligent and we have a lot in common. Whenever I went round to see her we'd spend hours just chatting about all kinds of stuff, from the deep and personal to the frivolous. I thought that I'd try and play it properly, I didn't make any kind of move on her as I was aware that she was quite wary and had a few people try and take advantage. Although I did actually say to her in no uncertain words that I did really like her, and would like something to happen between us. She responded that she too liked me, but that things like this would take time. Fair enough, I thought, that's quite encouraging. Anyhoo, things go quite well, we're in constant contact, it all seems good. then one night, she's feeling a bit down and I thought it'd be a good gesture to grasp the nettle (as it were) and tell her that I'm on my way up, and I'll take her out for the evening. She says it's a great idea, so I drive (Close to 80 miles) to go up and see her, I've dressed quite nicely, and I'm looking forward to a nice night in her company, not expecting that much to happen, but I am pretty happy with taking it slowly. I'm still unsure about this whole 'dating' thing after all. So, I go up, knock on her door, she answers the door and invites me in. Then I spend all night on the other side of the room to her, we don't go out, and she pretty much ignores me all night in favour of chatting with her housemates. I've heard nothing from her since.
Now, I would have this down as an isolated incident, but it seems that all the girls I've been seeing/dating in the past 12 months (which is a pitiful amount) have all followed the same formula, we talk, have loads in common, we admit we have feelings towards each other, we hang out a bit, have a great time, and then they just sever all contact with me for no apparent reason.
*shrugs*
Other than that, I've joined the ranks of the unemployed. I handed over my badge and my gun yesterday and went out and got good and twatted last night.
How does being unemployed make me feel?
Pretty fucking good.
Thankyou.
If it's your year, then you must grab it by the neck, right? Or is that just the year of the Turkey, and it's certainly not that! Maybe it's save your bacon or string your sausages...(i've laboured the point haven't i?)
with you new horizons job (or no job) wise maybe this is your year. it's the year o' pig for a reason; why not that?
LW