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Bonjour! As a prelude to what is probably a two parter, i'll say now, i have little time on my hands in the next few weeks, so don't expect much in the way of posts. My other sites are, bluntly, redundant. Nevertheless, i write this at 6:22am after a night out. The end of what has been a simultaneously amazing and horrible weekend.
My run in with insults girl didn't end, we worked things out and after a big apology from me, we're friends. Good friends at that. I've learnt my lesson and it won't happen again. As she read the posts about her, she was rightly a bit mad. I edited to her discretion (VERY sorry).
Anyway, enough of such things, Friday night was set out to be a decent night out, i had plans to meet two girlfriends for a few drinks for 'A's' birthday (girl A and B from now on), and then to town to meet up with the Jew (my flatmate) and another great mate. No night with those two is uneventful. However, i never made it to town.
There has always been a sexual tension between Girl A and B and me, i had sex with B last year (which ended up with me being man down and therefore have never attempted to get with her again), and whilst A has a boyfriend, we fancy the pants off of each other. After only 3 pints i felt RATHER tipsy, and ended up going back to girl A's house whilst B went onto a house party.
After a bottle of wine, a bit of kissing, i suddenly felt very sick and only just made it to the toilet. It's never happened to me before. I've never thrown up from drink. The basic rule which i've always obeyed however was, don't mix your grain and grape. Beer and wine is not a good combo.
Okay, three parter, i'll finish this tomorrow (WANTING MY BED)
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The trilogy concludes. It may have been a four parter if i could actually remember what happened last night. Thats right, i was out...again, 3 times in 5 days. I went there, and apparently, i stole the t-shirt and threw up on it.
...but thats another story.
Monday evening i met up with her for a drink on campus. It was really nice. There was no awkwardness about the weekend, it was a casual chat about everything and anything, just like we had been doing. There is a bond, and it's really REALLY important you don't get a bond mixed up with feelings. Emotions and love are dangerous things, in this case, there are just a fabrication confused by a stupid sleepover session that shouldn't have happened. I think the only advice i can give in this situation is find out where you are straight away. Ask the awkard questions that cause blushes, it's probably the direct way that girls appreciate. Plus you get the answers you want and it won't leave you in the 'haze of confusion'.
Anyway, NO suggestion was made about a night out until AFTER we got home. It was the simplest question on MSN, 'town?' that started off a stupid night of drinking shot after shot.
Needless to say, i don't remember much of the night. The barmaid had to show me the price of the drink instead of telling me by the end of the night. I'm quite upset/proud she was still serving me. There are vague memories of piggy backs and dancing.
The next day we had a 30 minute phone conversation about the whole thing. She confirmed that she only wants to be friends and that i shouldn't tell anyone about what had happened. It's fair enough, i don't want to fuck things up between her and Poker guy, he's a really nice guy and a potential best mate.
But why lead me on is the question. Then i realised. One of the first major conversations i had with her, which i had mentioned in part 1 (maybe) was that she thought all boys hated her. Infact, she MUST know that that isn't true. Whether she knows she's a cock tease is another question, and the stark reality of it all is, i don't want to know.
She's a lovely girl, we should be best friends, we were great friends with a great bond for a few days, then bad things happened. I suppose you HAVE to take risks, in this case and in many cases for you all, risking a friendship, to find true love. Hopefully in a few days all will be resolved and things will get back to the way they should be. Hopefully.
I don't remember what i said to her last night, but i remember being uninterested and walking off. i sent her a message (unknown until this morning) saying, 'cock teases never win'. I'll leave it there.
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So, the beginning of this week has been even more interesting, making this a FUCKING TRILOGY.
To pick up where we left off, i had asked the basic question that every guy wants to ask a girl, 'come back to mine for a...bit?' But never get either the opportunity or courage to do so. I was far too drunk to worry about picking my moment or ruining my chances, i wanted to spend the night with her. No sex required, i like insults girl a hell of a lot, so getting to know her was a key thing. I went, i asked, she said yes. (Infact, she didn't say no straight away, which was good enough for me to drag her behind me to my house)
We got in quite late, and spoke to one of my sleeping flatmates (the Jewish one), who was completely asleep i might add. Then we went to my room and listened to music for 3 hours and chatted away. I was telling her a scary story about a film i'd watched, 'Welcome to the Jungle' (not the one with the Rock), a physically, soul destroying film that will leave your hands sweaty and shaking, and sleep? No sleep after watching that.
We cuddled for a bit as she was scared of said story. It was lovely and cozy.
...It was 4am when i went for a kiss...and got rejected.
The next 20 minutes were slightly awkward and she nearly left. Again, i simply dragged her back to cuddling position and we talked about what had just happened. I said i really liked her and that we get along so great that it might be a good thing for us to try and get closer.
If you find a girl like insults girl, whoever may be your comparison, take things slow, see how it goes. You'll not get many chances to get it right, and you have to play it perfectly. How do you play it perfectly? Good question, i don't think there's an answer. Please, answers on a postcard if you do know.
Unfortunatley, things did get worse. She mentioned in the morning (after 30 minutes sleep) that i shouldn't make an issue about all of this, and it was nice, but it wouldn't be happening again. My black, decaying heart was a little smashed. I knew straight away that she regretted it, and it was a mistake. Formally known as the cock-tease.
The cock-tease originated around the time cocks were invented. They go hand in hand...or not as the case may be. Stay AWAY from them. At all costs. Think of it like this, they KNOW you want it, and they have the choice (apart from when the man INSISTS and then usually gets sent to jail) to give it to you. They get a distinct pleasure from it infact. Get pleasure from sex, it's much better. But insults girl is that special, and i'll have to stick around, even if it's just to be her friend.
So anyway, from being closer to a girl than i have been for a very long time -- that i can't get enough of -- to her telling me that she isn't at all interested is...annoying. Of course, i stayed quiet and told her that i understood. I don't understand though. Not one fucking bit.
So that was that, i called her a taxi and she went on home. We spoke a few hours later about it all, and laughed about the night before. She also told me that her ex-boyfriend told her he still has feelings for her. I know she still adores him too.
My nickname is Carpet, and BOY OH BOY is this writer a sad Carpet. I'll gather my thoughts and write the 'final chapter' (although, i'm sure much more is to happen), within the week. Thanks for reading, comments always appreciated.
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Sambuka? The drink of drunks...
The last few days have been interesting. Very interesting, and whilst the overwhleming emotions of last nights events should fill me with total joy and happiness, and in a way they do, i'm left with a hollow feeling inside. Let me explain
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I knocked on a hollow sounding door to find i was the first one there. My first thought was "what a danky little shit tip for such an academic!" Moreover, it was a complete mess. He must be really intelligent if he can leave his room in that state. I said my nervous hello to the friendly faced, strong accented German doctor and took a seat on the other side of the slightly enclosed space, and waited
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This isn't a very long blog today, as it doesn't have to be. The message is simple: Friends over girls/boys
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So, i've been putting off writing as much lately as i've had a stupid cold that won't go away. My flatmate Steve has niggled at the fact i seem to cough more than any human should do at night time. He's right though, it's been going on for weeks now, i should probably go and see someone about it. Or, as Homer Simpson suggests, ignore it until it starts to bleed or feel like you may be about to die
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Is there a better place to meet a girl than at a party? Yes...but they are hard to come by and may include volunteer work with young offenders or the choir. Two things i frown upon.
I'll start this blog by saying how proud i am to have my own domain, i hope it's only the start of my journalistic career. I will also say that the spacebar on the computer i'm currently working on doesn't function properly, so i'm banging it down loud enough for people to turn their heads and asking the question, 'why is he doing that to that lovely keyboard!?' Well it's not lovely, sweetiepie, it's a shitting nightmare
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Comment by Zoon
on Another Monday - More Than Your Average Joe
Do you know what really grinds my gears?
Then you could suggest dying together. I don't think Joe would approve, but he might not have the choice
More to the point however, it's great doing a bit of stalking. Healthy stalking, which can be optimised with Facebook - who he speaks to, who he's friends with and so on - is so much fun. Facebook may be the downfall of my degree. That and making up very strange stories about you killing Joe's lover...
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