Right then, here's the story. I met Old
Flame on Tuesday and we went for pizza in Cafe Bar Deli on George's
Street. Then we went to The Long Hall for a drink. Then I went home.
Alone.
No doubt some people will think I'm
making this up to conceal the fact that I had sex with a man who
couldn't give a hoot about me. But no. Honestly, I went home. Alone.
And here's why. Well, there were a few
reasons why I suppose. Firstly OF was bugging me. He kept talking
about his travel plans even though he hasn't booked anything yet.
He was banging on about how he thinks
it will be January before he heads off and what sort of
flights/routes he's looking into.
I wondered what I was doing with him
And I was just sitting there thinking
OK, why am I actually here? Yeah sure, we talked about other things –
even had a few laughs – but he seemed happier discussing his
backpacking future, which clearly doesn't include me.
And it reached a point where I could no
longer ignore that little voice in my head that was telling me to get
out now. Although I did hang around for a bit longer considering I
went for a pint with him.
It was halfway through the 45 minutes
that we spent in The Long Hall that I resolved to go home as soon as
we drank up.
In truth I couldn't take another minute
of it. Not only was he talking about going abroad, he kept
criticising Ireland too.
I have the evening news for
negativity
And fair enough – the country is a
bit of a shambles at the moment. But I live here, I'm not going
anywhere. And it's very hard to listen to all that negativity on a
night out. There's the evening news for that!
Also, the whole situation was all so
odd or something. It was like we were two people on this pointless
exercise – and in what, I don't know.
He has no interest in me, it's as
simple as that. He likes me of course, but not nearly enough. That's
blatantly obvious.
Anyway, he looked surprised when I said
I was heading home and he did offer to accompany me in case there was
a dead mouse in my bathroom. (I'd told him earlier about it.)
But I said no, that I'd be fine
disposing of a furry corpse if I had to. And it was then I knew I was
doing the right thing.
I realised he could take me or leave
me
He didn't seem overly bothered that I
was rejecting his extremely half-hearted advances. In fact it struck
me that OF could literally take me or leave me!
So he flagged me a cab and we said our
goodbyes and I'm pretty sure I won't be going down that road again
any time soon.
In a way I regret meeting up with him
at all, but I reckon it was a good idea too in the sense that I feel
I've turned a corner and am no longer holding out for him or
whatever.
Meanwhile I got home and thanks be to
God the mouse traps were untouched. I've tried using cheese,
chocolate and peanut butter but there are no takers so I'm hoping my
little visitor has left the building, never to return!
I'm down the country for the long
weekend
I'm leaving the building tomorrow
myself as I'm going down the country to my parents' house for the
long weekend.
I'll probably be unlucky enough to have
a sighting of the a-hole that is Ex Man but I'm sure I'll cope! I'm
getting very used to encountering a-holes these days!
Oh and two questions before I go about
my daily business – why is Brendan waxing biblical? And was anyone else as appalled as me when Magnolea
told me to “cop on and grow up will you, for expletive's
sake”? (He used the f word.)
Now I'm all for free speech and lively
banter, but there's no need for that kind of thing! I'm patiently
awaiting an apology!