Over the weekend I received a few emails from you guys asking for an update about the Mr M situation and for details about how date #4 went. I also was asked by many people at work today for the latest news. I think you all may be more interested in Mr M than I am now….
Uni is keeping me crazy busy at the moment. So much so, that I have even deleted Tinder for the moment as I just don’t have the time for it, or even to meet up with anyone if I did actually find someone cool on there.
I was also quite distracted last week by a former flame. I haven’t really written about this guy, but when he turned up he was the first guy in a long time that I really liked and thought I could get serious with. But it was a case of bad timing as his job plans were uncertain at the time and it was entirely likely that he’d move interstate or potentially overseas for work at some point. We dated for about 5 months, my friends debated with me if we were actually going out or just dating as we seemed to discuss/argue about ‘relationship’ type issues, but I always had in the back of my mind that I couldn’t be all in until I knew whether he’d stay or go.
He went, but 18 months later we still txt almost daily, talk regularly and occasionally catch up, as we did this past weekend. It was great to see him, we get along really well, same lame sense of humour but it’s one of those ‘wasn’t meant to be’ situations and he’s looking again at maybe moving overseas in a few months time.
So Mr M wasn’t exactly on my mind. He was also distracted himself on a bucks weekend over the weekend, but we chatted last night and I found myself drifting off during the convo. I can’t pinpoint what exactly it is that has made me switch off him, but I’m just not feeling it anymore.
Actually, there was one thing that he did on the trampolining date that really pissed me off, but I think I tried to block it from my memory as I didn’t share it with you. When we got gelato after the trampolining, we were out the front of the store and I was trying to get a photo of my gelato for Instagram (cause that’s how I roll) but it was melting, I was struggling with my giant iPhone, and he was (I think) trying to be sweet saying ‘try my white chocolate gelato’. He held out some on his spoon and as I was going ahhhh awaiting the airplane to land in my mouth, he flicked the spoon up into my nose. Intentionally. Oh it’s so fucking bad. There’s the pinpoint! Now I remember why I didn’t tell you this. I think he got his dating tricks from some bad rom com chick flick. And I like chick flicks, but this is ‘Win a Date with Tad Hamilton’ bad. 0 stars.
He then said ‘oops I didn’t mean that’ and giggled which I’m sure in a rom com I’m meant to go all weak at the knees at, but it made me feel violent. I wanted to knee cap him. And then hold him down and stuff his mouth full of the stupid orange trampolining socks that we had to wear….
Ok, I’m out. I’ll tell him tomorrow it’s not me it’s him and to never, never, ever put gelato up a girl’s nose.
That boy has gotta learn!
Oh and I realised yesterday I completely forgot about the bearded rockstar last Thursday night. He must not have been in class. Or maybe he shaved his beard off and I didn’t notice him?!? I’m presenting this week. I hope I don’t lose my cool in front of hot stuff…..