Monday, 23 August 2010
Reincarnation perhaps?
Sunday, 22 August 2010
Ship Suitor
Ex3.
Fast forward a year, 5th August 2006 to be completely precise, and I embark on my first and only cruise (to this date... I'm a sufferer of seasickness y'sea...) The cruise in question was around the Med-stopping at such delightful ports like Marseilles, Ibiza, Barcelona, Pisa (this isn't actually a port but I can't remember what it was called so it'll have to make do.) Lovely ship, lots of teenagers-all my age for me to hang around with... and in particular a Smoggy (from Middlesbrough, who was an avid football fan and a keen singer,though his talents in both were however doubtful.) He kept me entertained during the week and even gave me my first slow-dance and sang Words on the Karaoke machine for me, cheesy but its a classic. I spent all my free time with him and the 'cruise gang' up on the top deck taking the mic out of each other's accents and discussing music and schools. In all, a really lovely holiday. I kept in touch with said boy, he made an appearence to my 14th birthday meal in China Town and stayed the night (though in the spare room, to save you dear readers of a heart-attack!!) The real problem with this guy was well... to be honest... I wasn't all that interested in him and we lacked trust, well he could trust me but I couldn't trust him-typical man. He ended up cheating on me twice and using emotional blackmail when I attempted to end it... Need I honestly say anymore? Long distance relationships often don't work.
Fast forward a year, 5th August 2006 to be completely precise, and I embark on my first and only cruise (to this date... I'm a sufferer of seasickness y'sea...) The cruise in question was around the Med-stopping at such delightful ports like Marseilles, Ibiza, Barcelona, Pisa (this isn't actually a port but I can't remember what it was called so it'll have to make do.) Lovely ship, lots of teenagers-all my age for me to hang around with... and in particular a Smoggy (from Middlesbrough, who was an avid football fan and a keen singer,though his talents in both were however doubtful.) He kept me entertained during the week and even gave me my first slow-dance and sang Words on the Karaoke machine for me, cheesy but its a classic. I spent all my free time with him and the 'cruise gang' up on the top deck taking the mic out of each other's accents and discussing music and schools. In all, a really lovely holiday. I kept in touch with said boy, he made an appearence to my 14th birthday meal in China Town and stayed the night (though in the spare room, to save you dear readers of a heart-attack!!) The real problem with this guy was well... to be honest... I wasn't all that interested in him and we lacked trust, well he could trust me but I couldn't trust him-typical man. He ended up cheating on me twice and using emotional blackmail when I attempted to end it... Need I honestly say anymore? Long distance relationships often don't work.
Charming Chef
Ex2.
This relationship occured in year 8, I'll remember it as the first relationship my mother approved off in all honesty (mind you...there wasn't a backlog...yet) This relationship also started off rosy (you'll begin to see a trend here.) He asked me out a day before his birthday- how could I say no? It was lovely though at the time, I used to go round to his house, he'd cook me some form of food (note the chef title) and then we'd go up and watch a film or I'd listen to his drumming and then my parents would collect me all too soon and it would be time to say 'Au revoir me cherie!' The icing on the cake (oh I'm good at food links, especially puds) was when the romance was two months old.. picture the scene dear reader...
Valentines Day 2005
7am, I receive a phonecall telling me to look outside- this I do and notice its absolutely (excuse the French...c'est pluie comme vache...(it's pissing it down.)) Having made a note of the weather I climb back into bed only to get a text telling me to go to the front door. On my front step was a big red bag with 2 bunches of some sort of flower and a bunch of roses, chocolates, a big cuddly snow leopard and of course, the obligitary card addressed to the 'One I Love' (I still have this card incidentally!) This whole shenanigan is still to this day incredibly cute, however, the relationship only lasted a month longer when he decided to break it off over email (see... resorting to technology...again!!) Ahh well. I don't see him much nowadays, he dropped out of college at Christmas time- shame really, I've known him since I was 6.
This relationship occured in year 8, I'll remember it as the first relationship my mother approved off in all honesty (mind you...there wasn't a backlog...yet) This relationship also started off rosy (you'll begin to see a trend here.) He asked me out a day before his birthday- how could I say no? It was lovely though at the time, I used to go round to his house, he'd cook me some form of food (note the chef title) and then we'd go up and watch a film or I'd listen to his drumming and then my parents would collect me all too soon and it would be time to say 'Au revoir me cherie!' The icing on the cake (oh I'm good at food links, especially puds) was when the romance was two months old.. picture the scene dear reader...
Valentines Day 2005
7am, I receive a phonecall telling me to look outside- this I do and notice its absolutely (excuse the French...c'est pluie comme vache...(it's pissing it down.)) Having made a note of the weather I climb back into bed only to get a text telling me to go to the front door. On my front step was a big red bag with 2 bunches of some sort of flower and a bunch of roses, chocolates, a big cuddly snow leopard and of course, the obligitary card addressed to the 'One I Love' (I still have this card incidentally!) This whole shenanigan is still to this day incredibly cute, however, the relationship only lasted a month longer when he decided to break it off over email (see... resorting to technology...again!!) Ahh well. I don't see him much nowadays, he dropped out of college at Christmas time- shame really, I've known him since I was 6.
Austria Amoureuse
As promised slightly earlier on... a blog on all past ex's to help vent anger, aid in the complete moving on process and to generally amuse with the amount of (Pride and Prejudice reference) Mr Collins's...or fairly bad eggs as they're known now-a-days!
Ex 1.
I was 12, he was 16. It was my first band camp, as well as first kiss (yes, as in the American Pie band camp.) In all honesty, he is a good place to start as this dude is a reasonably lovely egg. Clever lad as well whilst we're being healthy with praise, unfortunately- the age gap just wasn't working well for my mother figure and she soon put a stop to it. However, the course of 'true love' never did run smooth and we kept the relationship a secret, on and off for the next 3 years. On and off due to the age gap and me being completely undecisive. He was sweet, we used to go running together around the park with his twin brother and then play badminton after...ahhh....good times. We ended it for good after the twelfth time of attempting it and are still good friends to this day!
Ex 1.
I was 12, he was 16. It was my first band camp, as well as first kiss (yes, as in the American Pie band camp.) In all honesty, he is a good place to start as this dude is a reasonably lovely egg. Clever lad as well whilst we're being healthy with praise, unfortunately- the age gap just wasn't working well for my mother figure and she soon put a stop to it. However, the course of 'true love' never did run smooth and we kept the relationship a secret, on and off for the next 3 years. On and off due to the age gap and me being completely undecisive. He was sweet, we used to go running together around the park with his twin brother and then play badminton after...ahhh....good times. We ended it for good after the twelfth time of attempting it and are still good friends to this day!
Thoughts from Google Images
'The first day of the end?'
Got out of a complicated 'thing' today (note the ' ', implying that it wasn't anymore of a thing than that I have with my sister's cats.) Decided that the world is too obsessed with technology and social networking. As a result, I've resorted to blogging, ironic I know... I'm sorely tempted to write a blog on all ex 'suitors' to "provide humour and allow me to channel my feelings" as my Psychiatrist would say- if I had one..
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