I'm home right now sick with a bad case of food poisoning. Spent last night throwing up in a bucket next to my bed every 20 minutes or so because I was too weak to walk to the bathroom and definitely too weak to drive myself to the clinic. I NEVER FELT MORE ALONE!!
And just when I started feeling really sorry for myself, my phone rang. It was Mr. Stupid.
'Hey, whatcha doing?'
'I'm dying...' I said.
I must have sounded like I was dying, because he got really concerned and when I told him what was going on with me, he offered to come by and take me to the clinic.
I wanted him to so so bad. But I couldn't.
Because I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, all wet and sticky. My face flushed, my nose dripping, stomach bloated. And I had an ugly green t-shirt on which was probably streaked with my vomit and which I was too weak to change out of. There was no way in hell I was going to let him see me this way. I'd have rather died.
So I said, 'Uh.. thanks. But, no, I don't really like the doctor at the 24 hour clinic near my place. I'll call you though.. if it gets worse?'
He said 'Are you sure? I could drop by. I'm just on my way home. And I'm not gonna be doing anything really...'
'No. No. Its okay. For now. I'll call you if I feel worse... ' I literally croaked, choking on some vomit. 'I have to go now...'
'Okay. Call me then. Try sleep it off.'
Ooh..it got worse. So much worse. And no, I didn't sleep till 5am in the morning.
He called at about 9am. When I picked up, he said, 'You're alive!' I could hear the smile in his voice. 'You feeling better?'
'Now yes. Earlier not so much. Thank you for caring..' I sleepily said.
'Go back to sleep' he said.
And I did go back to sleep. Feeling a little better and slightly less alone.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Miss X has been hitting it off with the object of her interest these last couple of weeks. And although they don't meet as often as she'd like to due to their busy and conflicting work schedules, they flirt with sexy texts and conversations almost daily.
Then, this one night, they were supposed to meet up for dinner. It gets cancelled at the last minute. And of course, she's expecting him to reschedule, he doesn't. She sends him a text which goes unreplied. She calls him, he doesn't answer. By now, she's obviously totally pissed. And asking me what the fuck just happened?
And the thing is. I honestly don't know.
You're into someone. Things are looking good. The chemistry is there. Its not a full blown relationship. Sure. He's under no obligations to report to you. Definitely.
But, there was a certain expectation set in motion already. You don't disappear on someone after creating that expectation. Or you shouldn't. Right? Right??
Once, Mr. P didn't reply my text, for a whole day, and it drove me up the wall. The next day, he claimed he left his phone in a friends place. At that time, I felt a little foolish over how it had affected me.
This guy, has since apologised to my friend, claiming some work disasters which took up all his time... he seems genuine enough in his apology.
But what does all these non-reply, non-calls mean?
In my books, generally, not replying to my texts or calls is just bad behaviour.
But being fed shit on tv which would proclaim this might be him not being into you doesn't help either. Because, just when you're thinking, okay, maybe he's not into me, he goes and does something completely contrary to show you that he maybe, perhaps is. And come on, just how annoying is that?
Sunday, November 8, 2009
My first blog award given to me by Fish at plentymorefishoutofwater. Been boasting about it to my friends. So thank you Fish!
The rules apparently are:
1) Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass the award on to five most deserving bloggy friends.
2) Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author and the name of the blog from whom s/he has received the award.
3) Each Superior Scribbler must display the award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains the award.
4) Each blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr Linky List. That way, they'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives this prestigious honour.
5) Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.
So the 5 superior scribblers I choose are 30-F-London for her totally intruiging sexcapades. Sara at You Make My Date for funny dating disaster stories. The entertaining journalist at The London Loves. Monique Danger at The Monique Danger Chronicles. She's on a conquest to take on the world and find a decent boyfriend while she's at it. And finally, Kitty Moore at Kitty Tells It As It Is. Great blog.