Pulled a Nigel on Him
Aside from planning out the next ten years of my life, I have been up to relatively little.
Had lunch with Seeshuu. Well, lunch is an odd term for it. We were to meet at 1:00PM, which I even made sure that he was okay with and he reassured me that the time was okay. I got there at 12:50, as per usual. I went shopping to be five minutes late. He wasn't there. I walked around for another twenty minutes. He wasn't there. I listened to an entire album in the Virgin Megastore. He wasn't there. Granted, I gave him a half an hour grace period, knowing him to be the flake he is, but at 1:43, I got very, very irritated and called him.
My phone call woke him up.
"Hello?" it was timid and tired.
"Philip." My voice was stern and dead.
There was a pause as he registered the anger in it. He tried to play it off with a laugh. I didn't let him. He talked about how he was embarrassed/sorry, whatever.
"So," he said hesitatingly, "should I try and come down there still or are you just going to go home pissed off?"
"How long will it take you." Most of my questions barely sounded questions.
"Thirty minutes?"
"You have half an hour. If you're not here at that time, I'll do the latter."
"Pissed off?"
"Yes." I hung up.
By the time he got there, the pub we went to wasn't serving food anymore. My breakfast and lunch on Cinco de Mayo was three JD and Cokes.
Oddly enough though, it was quite nice. However, this brought up a whole score of feelings which need(ed) repression.
Although recently I've been assured that I am, indeed, a sexy beast, and putting things in proper perspective, I'm only attracted to him because he's so infuriating. This is unhealthy, and I'm attempting to cut myself off from that sort of behaviour. It's a slow and painful amputation, but I think I'll be able to pull it off.
However, I still IM him on MSN, the account which he gave me at previously mentioned 'lunch.' It's getting to be me taking the piss out of him most of the time, which amuses me and helps me get to be friends with him again--and only as friends. I remind myself every single time I talk to him that I definitely do NOT want a relationship with him. Nice guy, good friend, shit boyfriend.
And so long as I remember those things in that sequence, I should be fine.
Had lunch with Seeshuu. Well, lunch is an odd term for it. We were to meet at 1:00PM, which I even made sure that he was okay with and he reassured me that the time was okay. I got there at 12:50, as per usual. I went shopping to be five minutes late. He wasn't there. I walked around for another twenty minutes. He wasn't there. I listened to an entire album in the Virgin Megastore. He wasn't there. Granted, I gave him a half an hour grace period, knowing him to be the flake he is, but at 1:43, I got very, very irritated and called him.
My phone call woke him up.
"Hello?" it was timid and tired.
"Philip." My voice was stern and dead.
There was a pause as he registered the anger in it. He tried to play it off with a laugh. I didn't let him. He talked about how he was embarrassed/sorry, whatever.
"So," he said hesitatingly, "should I try and come down there still or are you just going to go home pissed off?"
"How long will it take you." Most of my questions barely sounded questions.
"Thirty minutes?"
"You have half an hour. If you're not here at that time, I'll do the latter."
"Pissed off?"
"Yes." I hung up.
By the time he got there, the pub we went to wasn't serving food anymore. My breakfast and lunch on Cinco de Mayo was three JD and Cokes.
Oddly enough though, it was quite nice. However, this brought up a whole score of feelings which need(ed) repression.
Although recently I've been assured that I am, indeed, a sexy beast, and putting things in proper perspective, I'm only attracted to him because he's so infuriating. This is unhealthy, and I'm attempting to cut myself off from that sort of behaviour. It's a slow and painful amputation, but I think I'll be able to pull it off.
However, I still IM him on MSN, the account which he gave me at previously mentioned 'lunch.' It's getting to be me taking the piss out of him most of the time, which amuses me and helps me get to be friends with him again--and only as friends. I remind myself every single time I talk to him that I definitely do NOT want a relationship with him. Nice guy, good friend, shit boyfriend.
And so long as I remember those things in that sequence, I should be fine.