The weekend was crappahontis. From that fateful Thursday, it felt as though somebody had taken a giant soup ladle and slowly scooped out my lower abdomen, leaving a vortex of dismay, panic and endless sadness in me. I have been emotionally disembowelled, for lack of a better term. Thanks everyone for their kind comments!
In this empty carcass lies images of him fucking some bimbo 21-year old. So I’m putting my foot down. Next time I see him, I’m going to tell him that I don’t really want to be friends with him. Otherwise its torture and I’ll feel like this again, which isn’t exactly nice. It's the only way.
It gets messier. His friend that was chatting me up hasn't stopped smsing me since Thursday. He knows I have a boyfriend, and he is a sweet guy, but eventually I told him "I'm just not interested. Besides, I have more guy issues at the moment than the Queen has corgis, so best you keep a safe distance." He said he just wants to get to know me. And he's been texting me snippets of info, randon information all weekend :"Phew, just got back from gym. I'm really unfit these days!" Crap.
It's not only my ego that's bruised. I got a yellow fever shot on Saturday. I’m going to Tanzania (deepest darkest Africa) in two weeks and the diseases there are pretty hectic. It's compulsory to get a yellow fever jab, but my arm is all bruised now. It stung like a bitch.
Read about "I'm a yeti and other stories" on my other blog: laurianclem.blogspot.com.