m

m is a guy I met years ago, when I started working in a pub. I met him through a friend, I can't remember either of their names on the old blog, but the friend is a pain in the bum, we were really good friends, but it's all about him, 24/7. He's a bit of a diva (everyone thinks he's gay, he's not) (I can't decide what I think) we sort of drifted apart when I started going out with j, they also used to be good friends then fell out.

But before all of this me, the friend and m used to go out faaaaar too much, drink faaaaar too much and it was fun, at the time. I lived alone, had no ties and the only thing that got in the way was my two jobs. How dare they.

I don't remember how exactly (old age+alcohol) but me and m ended up um, special friends. Which was nice, no one knew, until the friend had the sudden realisation- in a Joey-from-friends style, and he wasn't very happy about it (alllll about him) this continued for a while until m met someone and started dating them, got engaged VERY quickly and I didn't see much of him after that. The odd time I did, he'd usually be with the girl (who sort of works with my dad) and I'd be with j. Things were a bit awkward between them as an old ex of j's went out with m after they broke up (small town)

But whenever I have seen him he always speaks, and even asked me once what he'd done to make me not speak to him, I said it's just easier not to than cause any hassle (j knew I had history with him- I may have been a bit too enthusiastic when telling him how I didn't like him any more, I don't know what I said but it actually made j think he'd done something bad to me)

So, fast forward to a few weeks ago, I had a middle of the night missed call from a number I didn't know, I suspected it was w (the knob who caused all of the trouble for me last year) then the next day I had a few more calls and then a text from this number, I ended up asking who they were, it was m.

We chatted back and forth, in texts, it turns out he's not with the girl any more (very recently) so of course I knew why he was texting me.

Typically, I ran into him the very next night when I was out, we chatted a bit more, I explained my 'situation' very briefly, and he did the face people do when I tell them all of that at once. We were both a bit tipsy and my suspicions of why he was texting me were confirmed. I fairly politely declined and told him I bet he's just been going through his phone texting girls. He said he isn't, that we used to be friends and have a laugh. This all took place in front of af and workfriend, but thankfully not in front of j who was in the same bar with his friends.

I got a few more texts from him in the following days- nothing pervy just chit chat about moving etc, he is too. I saw him this weekend too and he actually was out with the diva friend (who blanked me, I haven't seen him in a year, he moved away) he came and sat with my friends and we were talking for a while. I did get a few (drunken) texts later on, and one in the morning apologising for it!

Since then it's gone back to friendly chat, I think he just wants someone to talk to, he was with his ex for a few years, he didn't say what happened them but I think he's a bit lost. So time will tell if we do get back to some sort of friendship, without complicating things...!

There's something about AF

Inspired by the kind words of Single Eve I have decided to start blogging again. How long this will last is another question, but I think sometimes writing helps me to figure things out a bit, especially when there's a lot going on.

So I was thinking about doing a little 'who's who' since I use alot of people's initials when I tweet about them, it might be good to have a little profile of them rather than me just whinging on about random letters of the alphabet.

the first person I'm going to write about is 'af' (annoying friend)  and believe me she lives up to her name! She was called 'wg1' (work girl one) on  my old blog, because I used to work with her in 'evilpub' the setting for many an....interesting night.

The thing is, af seems to clash with alllll of my other friends. She rubs people up the wrong way, usually unintentionally, but I don't think she's even aware of it. She's a bit of a know it all- for example contradicting my boss who's worked in our business for over 25 years, so she knows what she's talking about....but no, af knows better.

Everyone else who was on my birthday night out was ready to punch her by the end of the night (well, not the end, since she did off home and didn't tell anyone) And asking how I put up with her...my only answer being that I sort of tune out when she starts. I think she comes across as loud and overly confident when she's actually far from it- she has alot of body-related hangups, and I think she over compensates for it.

I go through phases of getting along really well with her,  and her doing my head in. I've learnt that it's easier to just agree with whatever rant she's on at the time. This might make me sound like a pushover, and I'm not, I just can't be bothered with bickering on like a teenage brat.

I think that just about sums up af! Do you have an annoying friend...? (If not, it's you :-p)

Ketchup

Ok, so I'll try to do a super brief recap of how I got to be here. 'Here' being sat on the sofa in my pj's, eating crystalised ginger with a spoon.

There was a girl, there still is actually. She is me. There was a boy, j. We were friends, long ago, for a long time. He liked me, I didn't like him in *that* way. He asked me out, quite a few times. I always said no. Eventually, I started to come around to the idea, and there was much will-we-won't-we'ing. and we did, we sure did. Til a few years after that, we (ok, he) decided we didn't really want the same things. So that was a bit shit. But we stayed friends, and flatmates- much to the confusion of pretty much everyone we know.

And that went ok for a while, until I made some stupid decisions, including sleeping with someone j knows (ok, two people) (seperately) This has already been discussed elsewhere, both for and against. I still don't really know why I did it, maybe it was an attempt to prove to myself that I was over j, or...who knows. But this led to me being kicked out, and a very embarrassing and awkward time. Weirdly it then resulted in me and j getting back together. This went alright, or so I thought.

Turns out I was wrong, I guess it wasn't the same as before for either of us, and j can't get past what happened while we were broken up.

And that's about it I think. Now it's just me. And the dog, obv.