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Whoah, yesterday's moodchanges were like whiplash.
From the aforementioned simmering rage I went into cheerfulness as the BFF (Nat) and I wound up meeting up. We went to Pizza Express and then tried to see The King's Speech, but it was sold out so we saw Tangled instead. (OH MY CAKE, GUYS, THAT MOVIE. IT IS JUST GLORIOUS. CLASSIC DISNEY AND I LOVE IT.) A starter, a pizza and a dessert (plus two drinks) and then a 3D movie cost me just under £10 grand total. God, I love Orange Wednesdays.
Anyway, so we're coming out of the cinema and all is well... until going through the revolving doors in front of us is the King Of Mixed Signals. Holding hands with another girl.
The King of Mixed Signals, for those playing along at home, is the dude I went on a date with at the beginning of January, having liked for quite some time. Date was, as you may gather from his title, replete with mixed signals, but it went okay overall and the last communication I had from him was the day after, saying that he'd really enjoyed the date and really wanted to see me again. I responded that I had also enjoyed the date and that I was basically free all of January, so (since he works full time and I do not) he should just let me know when he was free.
Cue total radio silence. Until last night.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Happily (at least for me), a few seconds of being upset as I realised what was going on changed straight into BLINDING FURY and a total determination that *I*, at least, was not going to be the one slinking away with my tail between my legs.
"Hey, A!" I say cheerfully, when we're all waiting for the lights outside to change, and am rewarded with TKoMS looking THE VERY PICTURE of awkwardness. I'm smiling (and contemplating a knee to the guts, but shush) and chatting about the movie, Natasha (who knows exactly who he is) is smiling the smile that says 'for your comfort and convenience, I have decided for the present not to kill you' and the poor girlfriend is friendly and perfectly nice and clearly wondering wtf is going on here. He, meanwhile, can't even meet my eyes and can't even introduce the GF when I introduce him to Nat.
Lights change, conversation's over, Nat and I walk off, and I'm pretty sure TKoMS was still in hearing range (at least, I hope he was) when Nat says loudly, "What a COCK!" and I crack up giggling.
She said later that she wished she'd had the presence of mind to say, when I introduced her, "Oh, is this the A you were telling me about, Bethan? You were right, he is very average."
Sometimes, I love that girl. &hearts
(Seriously, though. He can't even build up the maturity to say 'hey, I enjoyed tonight but I don't think it's going to work'? THAT WAS ALL I NEEDED. Instead of leaving me hanging and uncertain with his apparent determination to act like a five-year-old who can't bear to tell his mummy he spilled paint on the carpet. And this guy? Is a good ten years older than me. Fuck you, dipshit, I don't need you. I thought I'd been on a date with an adult, but apparently not.)
I'm seeing Nat again on Sunday, which is lovely because last (academic) year I don't think I actually saw her at all: when we met up in the summer we worked out we hadn't seen each other face-to-face for about eighteen months, but since then we've seen quite a bit of each other.
Today has, therefore, been a day of full makeup, short skirt, and high-heeled boots. I cannot be truly unhappy when I've got my boots on, I don't know why. I'm proof-reading for the Gair Rhydd later, working on an article for them now, and I've just had a lecture where the very first slide was an XKCD comic.
Fuck the world, I'm coming through.
From the aforementioned simmering rage I went into cheerfulness as the BFF (Nat) and I wound up meeting up. We went to Pizza Express and then tried to see The King's Speech, but it was sold out so we saw Tangled instead. (OH MY CAKE, GUYS, THAT MOVIE. IT IS JUST GLORIOUS. CLASSIC DISNEY AND I LOVE IT.) A starter, a pizza and a dessert (plus two drinks) and then a 3D movie cost me just under £10 grand total. God, I love Orange Wednesdays.
Anyway, so we're coming out of the cinema and all is well... until going through the revolving doors in front of us is the King Of Mixed Signals. Holding hands with another girl.
The King of Mixed Signals, for those playing along at home, is the dude I went on a date with at the beginning of January, having liked for quite some time. Date was, as you may gather from his title, replete with mixed signals, but it went okay overall and the last communication I had from him was the day after, saying that he'd really enjoyed the date and really wanted to see me again. I responded that I had also enjoyed the date and that I was basically free all of January, so (since he works full time and I do not) he should just let me know when he was free.
Cue total radio silence. Until last night.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Happily (at least for me), a few seconds of being upset as I realised what was going on changed straight into BLINDING FURY and a total determination that *I*, at least, was not going to be the one slinking away with my tail between my legs.
"Hey, A!" I say cheerfully, when we're all waiting for the lights outside to change, and am rewarded with TKoMS looking THE VERY PICTURE of awkwardness. I'm smiling (and contemplating a knee to the guts, but shush) and chatting about the movie, Natasha (who knows exactly who he is) is smiling the smile that says 'for your comfort and convenience, I have decided for the present not to kill you' and the poor girlfriend is friendly and perfectly nice and clearly wondering wtf is going on here. He, meanwhile, can't even meet my eyes and can't even introduce the GF when I introduce him to Nat.
Lights change, conversation's over, Nat and I walk off, and I'm pretty sure TKoMS was still in hearing range (at least, I hope he was) when Nat says loudly, "What a COCK!" and I crack up giggling.
She said later that she wished she'd had the presence of mind to say, when I introduced her, "Oh, is this the A you were telling me about, Bethan? You were right, he is very average."
Sometimes, I love that girl. &hearts
(Seriously, though. He can't even build up the maturity to say 'hey, I enjoyed tonight but I don't think it's going to work'? THAT WAS ALL I NEEDED. Instead of leaving me hanging and uncertain with his apparent determination to act like a five-year-old who can't bear to tell his mummy he spilled paint on the carpet. And this guy? Is a good ten years older than me. Fuck you, dipshit, I don't need you. I thought I'd been on a date with an adult, but apparently not.)
I'm seeing Nat again on Sunday, which is lovely because last (academic) year I don't think I actually saw her at all: when we met up in the summer we worked out we hadn't seen each other face-to-face for about eighteen months, but since then we've seen quite a bit of each other.
Today has, therefore, been a day of full makeup, short skirt, and high-heeled boots. I cannot be truly unhappy when I've got my boots on, I don't know why. I'm proof-reading for the Gair Rhydd later, working on an article for them now, and I've just had a lecture where the very first slide was an XKCD comic.
Fuck the world, I'm coming through.