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This blog is back

28 Sep

…Yes it’s been a long time coming, and for that I apologise, but the truth is things have been kind of busy here at FSB towers.

In a nutshell:

* I quit my horrible job, and am now freelance. It’s only been two months, but things are picking up. And I’m a zillion times happier to be out of that hellhole.

* I’m now 30 and still living at home with my mum and step-dad. Despite this not being an ideal situation for man-hunting,  it’s vastly improved by the infinite supply of wine and the fact that they’ve let me convert the spare room into an office. Plus, to be honest, with most of my mates now coupled off or living on the other side of the country, it beats living on my own.  (Yeah it’s not cool to admit it, but I actually get on with my folks.)

* I had a mis-advised attempt to resurrect my ‘thing’ (we didn’t have enough dates to warrant calling it a relationship) with T.  in London earlier this year, resulting in us going for dinner, him apologising for being a shit, us having a very public mega-snog in a bar (cringe) and me sneaking him back to my very tiny hotel room. Did he call me afterwards? Did he fuck.

* I had (another) mis-advised attempt to resurrect my relationship (yes I am capable) with my ex after a weekend of amazing ex-sex at a mutual friend’s wedding. Attempts to rekindle anything other than sex have, unfortunately, not been very encouraging.
Most recently (i.e. in the last few weeks) I’ve had a couple of dates with a guy in Bristol that snogged in a bar last year.  We lost touch but when I recently changed my phone number and sent a text to all my contacts to let them know, he replied and we ended up exchanging a quick-fire series of flirtatious messages every day for about three weeks. We had two dates that (I thought) went well, then last weekend we were both a festival with our own friends and arranged to meet, except he never showed up and didn’t reply to my texts (I only sent two, I’m not a mad stalker bunny).

When he called me to apologise (a couple of days later) it turns out he bumped into an ex and spent the whole night chatting to her. Apparently they had “lots to sort out” but there was nothing “dodgy” to it and I have “nothing to worry about”. Whatever. I’m not the jealous sort and if a guy bumps into an ex he hasn’t seen for a while and wants to catch up that’s fine, but the whole night? While the new girl he’s dating is in the same area, wondering why her texts are being ignored and getting increasingly pissed off?  I don’t think so.

Anyway it’s his loss. I was even wearing my special “third date” knickers.

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