Arse!
It has been a while since I last made a decent entry so I figured I would give it a go.
I have had quite nasty flu since Thursday, my temperature climbed up to 103 at one point, and I felt like death. I still feel bad now but not half as bad as I did.
Friday I didn’t feel as bad so I went out and here is where the M story starts.
Last Monday M and I went out with a group of his friends; we had decided not to do anything for V-day, which suited me fine. M however was in a strange mood all night and eventually he told me what his “issue” was. I won’t mention it here as it is unfair to publicise his life without him knowing. Anyway, I said it was cool with me and that it didn’t change anything. That night he stayed at mine and in the morning he left quite sharpish, as he did, he said he would call that evening. It got to about 8pm and he still hadn’t called so I called him. He said he was tired and going to bed and he would call me tomorrow (Wednesday). The same thing happened, I called him, and he told me he was just going to set up the PA for jam night and go home (fair enough) or it should be fair enough except it was an outright lie. He stayed there all night and got drunk. Thursday he didn’t call at all and by this point I wasn’t going to call him. Friday there was a party that we were supposed to go to as it was being held at his studio. I gave him a call about it and he told me it was cancelled and that he would more than likely come and meet me in the Fat Cat for a drink and would call me to let me know either way. While I was in the Cat, D came in and mentioned the party as he was going too. When I told him it was off, he called the guy whose party it was to double check and low and behold it wasn’t cancelled. I decided to go with D regardless of what M had said to me, oh and he never called me to let me know he wasn’t coming to meet me.
We get to the studio and I was told M was in the bar next-door, so I go over just to say hi. He bought me a drink and went in to some long (planned) story about what had happened that day (he knew he had been caught out) I took no notice and went back over to the studio where everyone else was.
After the bar shuts the others that were there came over to the studio to start the party, M wasn’t with them. Eventually I enquire to his whereabouts and was told he had gone off to the Venue (a club).
Well thanks for telling me. I haven’t been in contact since and nether has he. Apparently he told D that he had a lot on and needed space. Doesn’t that sound familiar? (Sharon)
I think I must have this thing about dating people in the throes of a mid-life crisis and they just want to date someone younger so they can feel better about themselves. Wankers the lot of them!
Anyway, I think I will lie down for a short while as I still have a bad headache and I have to go to college to collect some forms because the college and the council don’t know their heads from their arses (long story).
I have had quite nasty flu since Thursday, my temperature climbed up to 103 at one point, and I felt like death. I still feel bad now but not half as bad as I did.
Friday I didn’t feel as bad so I went out and here is where the M story starts.
Last Monday M and I went out with a group of his friends; we had decided not to do anything for V-day, which suited me fine. M however was in a strange mood all night and eventually he told me what his “issue” was. I won’t mention it here as it is unfair to publicise his life without him knowing. Anyway, I said it was cool with me and that it didn’t change anything. That night he stayed at mine and in the morning he left quite sharpish, as he did, he said he would call that evening. It got to about 8pm and he still hadn’t called so I called him. He said he was tired and going to bed and he would call me tomorrow (Wednesday). The same thing happened, I called him, and he told me he was just going to set up the PA for jam night and go home (fair enough) or it should be fair enough except it was an outright lie. He stayed there all night and got drunk. Thursday he didn’t call at all and by this point I wasn’t going to call him. Friday there was a party that we were supposed to go to as it was being held at his studio. I gave him a call about it and he told me it was cancelled and that he would more than likely come and meet me in the Fat Cat for a drink and would call me to let me know either way. While I was in the Cat, D came in and mentioned the party as he was going too. When I told him it was off, he called the guy whose party it was to double check and low and behold it wasn’t cancelled. I decided to go with D regardless of what M had said to me, oh and he never called me to let me know he wasn’t coming to meet me.
We get to the studio and I was told M was in the bar next-door, so I go over just to say hi. He bought me a drink and went in to some long (planned) story about what had happened that day (he knew he had been caught out) I took no notice and went back over to the studio where everyone else was.
After the bar shuts the others that were there came over to the studio to start the party, M wasn’t with them. Eventually I enquire to his whereabouts and was told he had gone off to the Venue (a club).
Well thanks for telling me. I haven’t been in contact since and nether has he. Apparently he told D that he had a lot on and needed space. Doesn’t that sound familiar? (Sharon)
I think I must have this thing about dating people in the throes of a mid-life crisis and they just want to date someone younger so they can feel better about themselves. Wankers the lot of them!
Anyway, I think I will lie down for a short while as I still have a bad headache and I have to go to college to collect some forms because the college and the council don’t know their heads from their arses (long story).