![]() What is it about freaks and weirdo's that I seem to attract (No Yanki, Im not talking about you)? This week has seen them all crawling back out of the woodwork and its starting to irritate me no end with the fact that they seem to think that they can just wheedle their way back in with very little effort other than incessant texts, facebook messages and late night phone calls. Firstly my X X X boyfriend (the one that inspired me to write) has started back up again with ridiculous texts. We finished 3 years ago and then he decided to put me through the ringers by stringing me along for a further year and a half to then piss off with a 'Friend' (see articles for this one, I let loose!). Why would I ever wish to hear from that thing again is beyond me, and why he would wish to get in touch when he knows that he will never receive anything more than a frosty 'piss off' is mystifying! The next fool to start crawling is Mr Attitude from Istanbul. I have not answered a text or call since the day he got back on the flight in April (or there abouts) yet he continues to bother me with his pointless self appreciation letting me know just how buff and toned he is. Come on!!! I mean, if he thinks that I am that shallow to reply due to him getting all buff and toned, then this tit never knew me at all. And today, the Key fool. He has called, text and is now flooding me with facbook messages telling me just how much he misses me. Urm, yes please, I am just going to jump back into the arms of each one of these idiots. Not. Can they seriously not see that I am not the usual tourist that visits Marmaris and that if they seriously wanted to achieve something other than a lot of humiliation, they need to choose different tactics as the usual crap tactics are clearly not working for them in this instance with this Brit. It really makes me laugh that they honestly think so much of themselves that they think I would welcome them back with open arms. And in case you are wondering, each one of these 'men' happen to be Turkish. Before the shit hits the fan, I am not slating Turkish men. What I am doing is slating the intelligence of the ones that I have previously had anything to do with, and maybe my own intelligence for having anything to do with them in the first place. Dam these snappy dressing ex suitors! Yes people, before entering into anything to do with a man of different nationality than your own, seriously think hard and consider that what with all the culture differences if you can really make it work. 9 times out of 10 when Turks and Brits get married it ends up in a nasty mess on both sides. I take my hat off to friends that have made it work, but that is exactly what it takes: WORK. Thankfully I am an independent free spirit and dont need a man to survive and love my life like a lot of the gals that flood to Marmaris every year due to believing they have found true love. If you have found true love, good for you, well done and you deserve it. Just make sure that you keep your eyes wide open as I am under no illusions that even though the 3 men in question that happen to be disturbing me, are probably disturbing 5 other females each in the hopes that one will fall for the shit that they are spinning. Goodluck.com springs to mind! Rant over. Normal service will resume shortly.
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8/3/2011 09:15:02 pm
oh my deer with turkish ayes. I alzo bot a biggest Yat and car in Istanbul. kam fly dis way and lets parti. it iz 44 milyons for an airplayn tickey i pay. sincerely yor istanbul love (not ordinari ex)
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lisa efe
8/3/2011 09:16:32 pm
Lol... Love this rant my dear. Bloody creeps coming outta the woodwork. Don't they normally wait til winter when their others are short on the ground? You tell 'em girl. And p.s it definately takes WORK.
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Mum
8/4/2011 02:09:40 am
Louise at least your head is screwed on right and you will not let these mad hatters worry you.
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