Like a Beached Whale

Bonjour Mes Cheries,

So after the whole shit hitting the fan saga I decided that I had officially had enough, enough of being sad and more than enough of pitying myself. After a small yet well needed break from the social scene I took time to reinvent my personality back to its wonderful originally happy self.

A week later I had the most amazing night out, I felt so good in my own skin, I was successfully getting over my grief and  I was so relaxed that I exuded pure joy. From the attention I received that night it was plain for all to see that I was slowly but surely getting back to my optimum condition. I had such a blast I thought I was bloody ABBAs dancing queen, I had guys buying me drinks left right and centre, I truly felt like a Queen. For those of you that read my posts you will know that it being me, of course I couldn’t have a drama free night, any guesses for who was to ruin this night? Yeah you got it right…it was  Bobby.

Not content with the fact that he had reduced me to tears in public a mere two weeks prior to this, he had to show up yet again. I had been dancing with a group of boys who just so happened to be his friends as he looked on(this was genuinely completely unintentional hahaha), he then proceeded to wrap his arms around me and dance on me as a juvenile territorial display that I was his and was off limits to all other eligible bachelors. I was so unimpressed that I immediately stood still and said ‘Excuse me, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you not have anything you would like to say to me?’ and with a coy smile on his face he said ‘I’m sorry’ and tried to then kiss me as if I was a mug (that means fool in England ha ha) and that I would just accept that pathetic attempt to apologise. I walked away from him as quickly as I could without falling on the floor as I had had quite a bit to drink at this point- Remember ladies you must be always classy and never nasty no matter what state you’re in!

The beast returned to me and was clearly frustrated because all his friends were watching him fail miserably at wooing a girl he had already claimed to be his. Being the Alpha male type that he is, he tried his luck once more, it was so unfeeling and so obviously lust fuelled that as much as I admit that I’m still incredibly attracted to him, I just didn’t want him that night, fact is that I deserve better.

I removed myself from his company and continued enchanting all the other males out that night, I found it highly amusing, they found it highly enjoyable and poor poor Bobby found it highly disturbing. So much so that nearing the end of the night at around 3am he texted me that we needed to talk so I waited for him where he had asked me to, because I thought let me hear him out if he’s changed and wants to marry me I’m game ha haa no I joke, I was just curious as to what he had to say.

Anyway we weren’t able to talk that night because there were too many distractions so the next day he came over to see me in the evening, we actually talked and played around, we discussed our feelings and he pissed me off so much by saying that there was no point in him having a relationship with me at Uni because he is probably going to marry a girl he met in secondary school. He didn’t stop there though did he, he then continued on to ask me how many guys I had slept with to which I replied truthfully he said that I was a liar and that he knows for a fact that I had  been with more guys. When I flipped the question on him he claimed to not remember how many girls he had slept with, such cowardly antics if you ask me!

After that lively discussion he dived onto my bed and fell asleep for THREE AND A HALF HOURS!! I had tried at several points to wake him up but he was out like a light, the events of the night before had clearly drained him both emotionally and physically. I had to lock my door to stop my friends from playing pranks on him. In the end we had a little argument as he finally woke up at 11:30 pm and told me off for not getting him up earlier because he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. I exclaimed that I hadn’t invited him over to sleep Like a Beached Whale on my bed and in any case I wasn’t his mother nor was I his alarm so he should accept the responsibility for his own behaviour.

His visit made for a very funny story with all my friends who thought that it was some romantic encounter, when the cold hard truth of it was that the boy I actually have feelings for had me all to himself in the privacy of my locked room… and fell into a coma!

Never Again!!

N xx