Right, you orrible lot
NYE post is up but hiding behind David Ten-inch cos it took me so long to do (much like he would, gimme half a chance and a rohypnol supply)
Quick update cos no other bugger is blogging and I'm all out of interesting archives to read.
Can't remember if I told you P texted to say his mum was ill and he'd not be back till NYD at least? Whatever, I have now. I dropped a birthday card in his box (complete with suitably good wishes to his mother) so I could go to the party with a clear conscience about not texting back anything more than 'not to worry, hope you packed extra undies'.
Predicktably, (god, I'm so childish!) he's not been in touch since and I can't be arsed with trying to find out if his mother popped her aged clogs (thus gaining sympathy points as per FB's ABC) or if he's just gone off on a mental again. His conversation really isn't as good as his sexual technique or cooking and he did insist on bloody talking to me when we weren't shagging or eating or drunk. Which is great if you're funny or clever, or both. He's neither, really. I can't even use him for sex when he keeps disappearing. Honestly, the man is totally useless to me.
A had been on radio silence other than a generic reply to my generic christmas day text. The bastard! Generic texts are my thing! He did ask me on the 2nd when classes started again then called the next day because, shit-shock-horror, he needed me to cover his early class. I whinged and bitched about him only speaking to me when he wanted something which I don't class as good mate behaviour then agreed to do it. Stop shouting at me, joie! I know, I'm soft in the head. But I'm also going physically soft from minus exercising and plus stuffing my face for a fortnight so I needed the kick to get my fat arse moving again, see? I only did it cos the size 12 jeans are mocking me.
It did feel good to be teaching again, even tho I had to wear my 'fat' gi pants, and it felt even better that I stuck to my guns and came home without staying to help out with the late class. Extra assertiveness points for still leaving when the high grades turned up and asked what I'd be teaching them. Hah!
What else... no more pigs heads so we'll put that down to random bonkersness rather than a vendetta. Kids back at school and No 1 Son has a million exams between now and July so will have to fly to the south coast to join the ex-husband/my sis/her in-laws so he doesn't miss out on surfing (and I don't miss out on a few nights of no children in the house). I'm a bit nervous at trusting Ryanair with my firstborn but not nervous enough to drive 7 hours each way to get him there. Er, what else? Oh! I've been ill. Like, it's all I can do to lie on the sofa (with no music on!) and doze, ill. Like, man ill! Obviously, my having boobs meant I got over it as soon as the kids got home from school and needed someone to pick up the chinese for dinner. What a trooper I am.
Slight quandary ongoing - do I pay to rejoin a dating site that I complained viciously to and swore to bring down with the power of the internet (oh yeah, I never did do that did I?) just cos I've had a message from a nice, normal looking fella that put more than 'hi' in the title and seems lovely? I'm tempted to swallow my principles here, the only response I've had recently on the one I'm still a member of was from a slimy casino manager that I've dated once already! Add forgetful to his list of faults. Ick!
Anyway, answers in the comments (those of you not too busy having a life to blog for my amusement, that is.)
9 comments:
Casino Managers tend to have chips on their shoulders, so don't go there.
My ex is still stalking me on the one site where my membership still hasn't lapsed. I changed my profile to say I'm taken to wind her up and now I seem to be getting more messages than I did when it said single! It seems to have pissed her off though, so it worked in that sense!
Jeez, does that boy (A) ever turn up for class?! the students must wonder who the fuck the stranger is when he DOES show. I'm not shouting at you, a. ud kick my ass in a fight easy, b. u were only doing it for the size 12 jeans, nothing to do with A winding you round his lazy ass little finger!
re: devilish dating site, dont cut off ur nose to spite ur face. login again answer man who knows more than 'hi' and if he is a freak, complain more viciously and swear this is the last time u sign up, until next man who knows more than 'hi' comes along. sigh. this is what i do, and it doesnt actually work for me! but, if u have a feeling for someone, go for it, dont let previous principles stop you from swallowing men who can spell. oops, did i mix that up a little?!
take warning from you fellow bloggers, don't do it,
Wayne x
Do it, do it! There's loads of lovely people on dating sites, they just take a while to find every now and again.
And happy new year fussy.
xxx
Dating web sites rock. Just stick to your principles, and hold the line at men who can spell.
I agree with Joie - this guy sounds worth mailing back so sod principles and go for it I say :-)
btw, I loved your NYE post Fussy...sounds like a v funny night was had!
Go ahead and do it. If he isn't super, there might be someone else who is.
I'm going to chime in with DB.
GO FOR IT!!!
Staffy - when I said I wanted you to make me groan I didn't mean tell me a joke! ;-)
All - I've not joined up again. I have better things to spend money on and I can't help thinking that slimy casion manager looked great on paper too. Major disappointment there.
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