Her Text: "Are we on for tonight?"
My Text: "No. Sorry, no. I'm in a foul mood and have a shit load to do. Like, really, shitload. Can we do on Wed?"
Her Text: "Sure, there was no pressure. I know you're busy :)"
Considering I was being shitty in shooting down the plans I made last week, I felt ok about it. She's cool, and understands how stressed and shitty I am right now. My life, even more than normal, is a mess. I'm swearing alot, which isn't good either. Work Safe my ass. Ah well, beggars and choosers eh?
Her Text "It's too hot here, I'm taking a walk, it's a nice night."
My Text "Yeah, heat is a bit too much, Thankfully, i have a HUGE fan aimed right at my balls"
Her Text "Good, I'll see it in about 45 mins. It takes me that long to get to yours."
I hate surprises. I hate not being listened to even more. But something about this was just so cheeky that it made me smile. I'm sure we both know the score, and I'm sure she was coming 1/4 across london (walking my ass) just to try and cheer me up for a bit. I wasn't smiling, indeed, I am not smiling. I'm smirking.
It made me think of all the crap I've dealt with in the past 3 weeks, my reluctance to open up to my mates, my lack of ability to deal with things (which is generally one of the things I'm good at), and (although less importantly) my lack of emailling and blog postings. I've neglected both my friends and myself.
It took her longer than 45 minutes to get here, infact she didn't turn up until after 11.30. I met her at the door, still smirking. She gave me a chocolate bar, suggesting that it may work in the same way for men as it does for women who don't have rabbits. Funny how a sex comment always makes me laugh.
She kisses me, and heads straight for the bed, but in a very relaxed manner. She strips infront of the fan, far more for her than my pleasure (though the hair flowing was a very cool thing); and jumps in the bed pulls up the covers and hits out the bedside table light. It's one flowing graceful movement, so not to ruin it, i kiss her forehead, and head to the door (hoping to return to my studies).
"Can I get you anything? juice, water..." I asked.
Half asleep already, she keeps her eyes closed and says " Chocolate Cake!!!"
Not exactly a Burning Bush or parting the Red Sea, but who needs a subtle sign when she has kept me smiling. Enough to put aside my own issues and post my thoughts on this blog again. I've forgotten how much I do enjoy it, and I hope you've not all deleted the address from your favourites bar.
This week, and i promise this, I will write about my past month, including posts on:
- New Job
- Old Job
- No Job
- Threesomes
- Blasts from the pasts
- Etiquette
- T-shirts
- Summer
- Roxette
- Walkabout
- Mojo
- Pirates
- X-Men
- Blogger Book Deals
- Sim Swapping
- Mother Mayhem
- Life is Shit
- What is Fun?
- Stone Roses
- Other Blogs
- Fake Tans
- FaceParty
All this, and I've got a Blind Date this week. I know, I spoil you '-)
