21st September 2010

 This was originally meant to be my first post, now I just have to laugh at my neediness and neekiness. And the irony of the whole situation ofcourse.

I’m with the rest of the world, huffing and puffing, when someone strolls onto the bus and like a police siren, can be heard before seen. Their phone glued to their ear, loudly conversing or shouting the odds to the recipient of the call, the person sitting beside them and every other Tom, Dick and Harry confined within the buses walls.

However I am now sympathetic; having a boyfriend has converted me into one of these people, hybrid; I have joined the new race of the brazen. :S 

CASE STUDY #1

It was a Tuesday and I started college at 13.00 and had just finished, it was 16.00. I was on the 466 heading toward Croydon to meet Mr Myziiee (the boyfriend); today is the day we are booking our hotel and flight to Tenerife. 

However things went from bad to worse.

First indication that today was gonna go horrendously wrong was when I sent him a text asking where he was, he replied 10mins later saying he was still in lesson. Considering his class ended at 17.00 and it was now 17.15... You could bet your bottom dollar I was pissed (!), but I didn’t make an issue of it as today was meant to be sentimental; I was determined to make it perfect. 

(What you don’t know is (Background Info) there’d been a backlog of problems, the latest being the fact that as I started back at college 2 weeks before he did, his friends conveniently slotted into my place.

 It sounds cliché, petty and silly, I know, but I . Wasn’t . Pleased .

It went from annoyance at the fact that he wasn’t missing me to full blown outrage when he introduced the 20min duration between my original text and his reply and then when he had the audacity to stop picking up my calls (it only happened on one occasion but thats not the point, right?) Anyway...)

I was a stop away from my destination and who should I see casually strolling into Sainsbury’s, yes that’s right, Him, Mr Myziiee. I went mental !... Inside ;) I decided to not be the needy, impatient girlfriend that would call him and shout but to be the paranoid, needy, impatient girlfriend instead and wait for him to call me and see if he would lie. (Haha, we’ve all been there) ;-)

So I got off the bus and saw a male friend who has a habit of deliberately misreading our friendship but as Mr Myziiee was in my bad books i stopped and conversated. I was 3minutes deep into his monologue when Mr Myziie conveniently phoned, rearranging a place for us to meet. Ensuring he heard the male voice and the promise to keep in touch, I restarted my journey.

It was on my way to meeting my now irritated beau, that I met his questions fuelled by jelousy, these I disregarded and fired my own, and thus fell into the trap of conversing loudly on the bus.

 Sorry :)