Reason #42 why my computer should be fitted with a breathalyser
Draft saved 18 April 2009 at 2:48 a.m.
To:
mike****@gmail.com
Subject: hi
hey sir monkey
firsty, do not panic, i am not stalking you. i have a (very successsful) policy of deleting boys (yes i mean mens) phone numbers to avoid durnk dialling and booty calling, but alas once you stayed logged in to gmail on my comp and i have an unfortunately excellent memory. (and no, i didn't read you emails)
just wanted to say can we please act like adults next time we are in the same place at the same time and just say hi? because it's a small city and i like hanging out with d's friends sometimes so no doubt we will run into each other again. it was just a bit shit you not even saying hi tonight. i wouldnt have bitten. i wasn't lying when i said no hard feeling s and i think you're a great guy.
i know you're probably as awkeward about everything as i am but it's worse to ignore each oterh than to try and talk. Also, yOu were looking godd, but woudlnt have tried to jump you.
that is pretty much all. i think your freiend Gav is hot.
From Hannah
ps - i heard a story about a deaf mute CAmbodian prostitute? fucking funny, man. hope she was clean. you';ve probably heard through the garpevine by now that condoms areen't all they are cracked upt o be. dodged a bullet there huh?
*Slightly edited - apparently the no hard feelings thing is not entirely true, because the original includes some very immature and in fact patently false digs at size/skill if you catch my drift. I am all class when I'm drunk and emotional.
Thank God I typed the email address wrong. Funny thing is, I woke up in the morning and must have still been a bit under the weather because emailing Mike still seemed like a good idea. Luckily I had enough sense to seek a second opinion and Dunja talked me out of it.
I just had been doing so well before we ran into him and his friends on Friday night. We were going up to the Southern Cross after dinner - the boys were going for dinner after having been there and our paths crossed on the way. I didn't see him until D stopped to talk to some of the guys - and I saw him a bit further down the road with his back to us, waiting for the others to catch up. Seriously - did he think I wouldn't see? He was wearing his favourite jacket. He's pretty distinctive looking. Nice.
So we thought they would come back after dinner since he obviously didn't want to see me, but he must have been vetoed because they were back at SoCro an hour later. He sat as far away from me as he could and didn't so much as make eye contact. When I walked past him he turned his back. Yes, I could have gone over and talked to him, but he stuck in this tight little group of guys, and they would have been watching. I kept next to an empty seat just in case. It just hurt like hell, and I'm not used to being treated like that. I'm not used to things ending without real closure either.
Thing is, he's not used to things ending at all. As D pointed out, in all honesty that's probably the first time he's been in a situation like that. He's awkward with girls at best of times (I should know) and probably just has no idea how to act. So I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt and avoiding making a fool out of myself (win/win).
Plan for next time (because there will unavoidably be a next time): just text him (I lied about deleting his number - broke my own policy in his case) and tell him to come say a quick hi.
Yes, thanks D for telling me this now. Apparently when they were in Cambodia for a mate's wedding, the guys let a bartender pick out girls for each of them. Mike didn't realise his was a deaf mute until the morning, when she started furiously scribbling prices with a pen on his hand.
That is kind of funny, and I do realise that boys will be boys - especially on holiday. And it was before I met him. But I have such strong feelings about prostitution - especially in Asian countries, where the women actually have no say in their situation and are majorly exploited. If she had only told me beforehand, things could well have turned out completely differently. But it's easy to say that now.
I really should stop just updating when things aren't so good - but that's the only time I feel like doing it! On the upside, my house is fantastic and I like my housemates a lot. I'm feeling a lot more stable than I have felt in a long time.