As I sit here typing I have the theme tune to my life running through my mind: Queen - 'another on bites the dust'. Again. Yes the weekend has proven to be one where true colours are brought out in the brightest of forms. I shouldnt be surprised, but sadly I am. On Friday night, the new suitor came to my house. I must say, we had a great night, we laughed and laughed and in general, it was one of those good nights that makes you kinda swoon. Until he asked me for a key. And yes, just to clarify, I mean a key to my apartment. We had been dating for all of 8 days. It's OK, let the shock waves flow. I did. I didnt say anything. I didnt say no and I didnt say yes. I was in shock after all, so all I did was umm and ahh about possibly having a spare key somewhere but I didnt know where. Saturday brought even more new colours. Joanne the minger wanted to go to bar street, so I asked the new suitor if he wanted to come and he said he didnt fancy bar street but would come and meet me at the hotel before that for a few drinks. Fair enough I thought. Then he text asking if I missed him. I am not a gal that dishes out feelings left right and center, I am more of a 'lets wait at least a month' kinda sort, so I replied to the text with Maybe. I was only playing, but he obviously didnt quite get it and said that maybe instead of coming to the hotel to meet up, he would just go home instead. Fair enough once again I thought, and told him so. As you can see, I was not taking the bait and I was certainly not about to fall into the pit that he so desperately wanted to trap me in. We did not meet that night, nor did I drunk text stalk him when I got home at 5am. Bravo me! I did text him on the Sunday and we arranged that after he finished work he would come over and we would eat together. No problem there, in fact I was looking forward to it, until he asked if I had located the dreaded key. Yep the time had come for me to lay the cards on the table and tell him that he was not going to get the key. In actual fact what I text him was that if we were still together in 9 months or so, then maybe he would get the key then, all being well off course. What I got as a reply was rather rude and pissed me right off: "If you think like this you are selfish and I dont want you". Excellent train of thought dont you think? Not biting again, all he got in response to that was "OK Goodbye". I decided to call on Joanne the minger for a bit of advice. I like him but I was not giving up the key for love nor money after 8 days of dating. This to me was and is just pure craziness. We decided that I would send one last message saying that if he wanted to finish the 'relationship' over this then it is just ridiculous. He text back telling me that he would be at my house at 12.30am. No he bloody wouldnt! I replied letting him know that we would just talk tomorrow instead, to which I got no reply. Now I should have given up there, I really should have. Joanne convinced me not to text again that night and I took her advice. So I text today instead just asking how he was. I got a reply so it was all good. Later on today he asked what I was doing tonight, so I told him I was home and if he wanted to come over to talk, he could. At that point Pete Tong arrived. Yes, as I should have known, it all went a bit wrong in so many terrible ways. He told me that he was hungry and that I was to buy him a Pizza (and a mixed one at that). The beast of rage started to stir within once again and even before I sent the next text to him I knew that I could not control my sheer fury. So in the nicest way possible I told him I was not here to buy him Pizza's and/or look after him in any way shape or form, but if he wanted to talk, then he could still come round. Silly cow right? What reply did I get to that you may wonder? "I am tired, I want to sleep early, see you tomorrow". Yes I should also have thought about stopping there too, but you guessed it, I didnt. Without skipping a beat my fingers were doing the talking, tapping out the next text. I didnt let him have it (even though now I wish I did, but I can still text again to be fair). I told him that a girl of 30 years is over game playing and the games that he is playing can get shoved up his butt along with his head. Like I said, I didnt let him have it, but as I sit here contemplating letting him have it, I just cant be bothered wasting the 1 minute it would take to type out the text as I believe I have already wasted 8 days of enough to waste one more minute of being taken for some sort of chump. So in conclusion, his devious plan did not work, nor will any plan like that ever work with a girl like me that has seen it all before... Thinking back, I should have never brought him back to my pad with the gang 9 days ago. Why? Well, my pad is rather lush and anyone that walks through the door would think the same as he probably did: 'I'm onto a winner here'. Whether I have money or whether I chose to decorate my pad with the last of my money, no son of a bitch will ever be onto a winner or have an easy ride with this gal in the driving seat. You see I aint nobody's fool and what I have, I have worked dam hard for and wont give it up for a jumped up little stud wanna be. Ever. I firmly believe in the following statement: Get off your dam arse and work for your own money instead of poncing it out of a woman. Have I learnt a lesson here? Yes, I believe another life lesson has been thoroughly learnt. Thank you universe for the past few days teaching me that there are still some scum out there that can pull the wool over my eyes with their snappy dressing and smooth moves that I thought I was most definitely immune too. Thank you universe for letting me have a bloody lucky escape. And thank you universe for showing me that I am not desperate enough to fall for the shit this one was trying to flush. Yes I have learnt that I need to keep my brick wall bloody high, so high that only the right person that is deserving will persevere in the task of climbing over it. And finally, I am once again thinking that it might be time to move on from Turkey. Not because of the guy in case you wondered. This thought started to creep over me last year and I seem to keep getting subtle nudges from the universe that yes it is indeed time to really think about the next step. What is the next step for this single socialite? Well I am unsure as yet but I know it does not involve going to the UK come hell or high water. Other than that, I am open to suggestions. I just hope and pray that this is not all there is. I hope and pray that there is more left for me than what I have been dished up so far, as if this really is all there is, then please just stick a fork in me cos in the nicest possible way - Im done.
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mum
6/27/2011 07:11:59 pm
This is a very sad story and the lad got what he deserved. Somehow the Turkish lads just don't come up to your Standard.
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