Tuesday, 18 May 2010

12 Blooming Marvelous

It isn't always easy telling someone that the relationship is over.

Even more so when you aren't even in the damn relationship in the first place!

I'd received an email t'other day. It started 'Hi Rapunzel, I'm not a nutter by the way...' I probably should have stopped reading at this point, because everyone knows that the ones that say they aren't weird, are the weirdest ones.

I continued though. It was from a guy telling me that he likes my blog, blah blah, thought I seemed nice, and was wondering if I would like to go out for a drink sometime.

That doesn't sound too bad does it? What about the next bit though, when he carried on to explain that he'd been dating one of my fellow bloggers?

A fellow blogger that had been on the BNO. A fellow blogger that has become a friend. A fellow blogger that in actual fact I thought he was still an item with, as I hadn't heard anything to the contrary.

Strange.

They'd obviously split up though. He wouldn't be mailing me otherwise would he?

It was still a bit weird though. For starters he doesn't actually know my current situation, seeing as I haven't continued with the Luscious Luke story. He might actually be cutting Luke's grass by messaging me.

Plus, wasn't it a bit soon for him to be pursuing me? It was only the other week I was reading about one of his dates with Tuppence over on her blog. Surely there is some Bloggers' Code that disallows this kind of thing? Or was it within the rules as long as Tuppence came along on the date and did some kind of handover?

I mentioned it to Tuppence a few days later. Mainly because I was curious to find out what had happened between them. I also asked if she knew he'd emailed me.

She didn't. In fact she also wasn't aware that they weren't actually seeing each other anymore.

I had unwittingly become the bearer of bad news.

How shit did I feel? Plus Tuppence was having a horrible day as it was, and my mail made things worse. I cursed myself for my bad timing.

I tried to remind myself that I wouldn't have had anything bad to tell her in the first place, if it wasn't for Mr Couldn't Give A Shit About Anyone's Feelings, but it didn't help. I went to bed feeling annoyed that he'd got me involved in something that had absolutely nothing to do with me. Arse.

When I woke up this morning to the radio presenter wishing everyone a good day, I felt a lot more positive though. Yep, it was a brand new day and there was no reason why it couldn't be a tremendous one. I left the apartment feeling pretty perky.

And was almost run over by a guy on a bike! Who then had the cheek to shoot me the dirtiest look ever as if it was my fault. How on earth could it be? I was on the flipping pavement!

Feeling a bit shaken I made my way to the bus stop. I proceeded to try and distract myself from my near death experience, by sussing out some of the features on my new phone.

I was so engrossed that I didn't notice the bus heading towards me...

...and driving right past me.

I cursed my stupidity. I was going to have to wait another 15 minutes for the next one.

Actually make that 25 minutes, because the bloody bus was late. I wasn't impressed.

Then when I got on it, the only seat that was free was next to a guy that seemed to think we all wanted to hear the pumping music he was playing on his iPod.

Seriously what is with these people? It's my pet hate. The headphones are there for a reason. I would have told him to turn it down, but the way my day was going I'd thought I'd probably end up getting lynched. I just sat gritting my teeth instead.

Finally the bus reached my stop. I'd made it!

Or not. Seems the bus driver forgot there was a stop there today and drove right past it, stopping instead at the next one an extra five minutes' walk away from work.

As I trekked the miles and miles to work I did my very best to start thinking positively. Just because the day had started badly didn't mean it was going to continue like that.

It was too late though, my ratty head was on and it was refusing to budge. The day carried on with me being irritated by everything and anything.

It was annoying me that I was having to sit inside, while it was a beautiful day outside.

As was the fact that I'd forgotten my phone charger and hardly had any battery.

The noise my watch makes was also driving me insane. Okay, I've worn it every day since I bought it from a looky looky man in Gran Canaria the other month, but today the 'tick, tick, tick' was making me contemplate chucking it out the window.

The fact the watch is made by Dimpex was also getting on my nerves as it reminds me of Tampax and I wasn't happy that thoughts of feminine hygiene products and periods were popping into my head every time I checked to see how much longer of this godforsaken day I had to endure.

Nothing was too big or too small to piss me off.

Hell, it even bugged me when I saw a woman wearing a red cardigan that didn't go in the slightest with her pink blouse. I cursed her for hurting my eyes.

Things did seem on the up though when I went to buy a bottle of water and the guy serving me told me he liked the purple in my hair.

Until he added 'You need your roots done mind you, but I still like it.'

Home time couldn't come quick enough.

I don't think I've ever been so pleased to see the Tower looming above me. I'd made plans to park myself in front of the TV watching programmes about other people's misery.

But wait, what was this?

There in my mailbox was a note saying I'd had a delivery of flowers.

Ohmigod! Who had sent me flowers?! How exciting! And what a surprise!

Suddenly the day didn't seem so bad.

Except turns out there had been a bit of a mix-up and the note about the flowers had been put in the wrong mail box. Someone had received some flowers, just not me.

I'm just glad it is only a few hours until Tomorrow.

12 comments:

Tuppence said...

Sorry you're having a shitty time. I feel as if it's my bad luck that is rubbing off on you. :-(

Just out of curiosity though, have you replied to his email?...

Lifebeginsat30ty said...

So he just randomly found your blog through Tupp's? That's just strange and weird! Gawd, what a wanker! You should warn all of the other girl bloggers! Oh wait! I've just realized that he could be reading this! Bwahaha. Note for him: stop being a wanker.

Sorry you had such a sucky day! Some days I just believe we are better off having just never gotten out of bed!

Helen said...

Mr Funny is now Mr Utter Twat. How dare he put you in such an awkward position! Ugh. Men. xx

Tuppence said...

Oh, he didn't randomly find the blog - he knew that I was friends with Rapunzel! In fact he got me to show him the blogs of the girls I was going on the BNO with!
And he will definitely be reading the blogs - his ego will demand it! The thing is I don't think he's realised that I have rather a lot of information on him that I could have an awful lot of fun with if I felt like it...(evil cackle, rub hands with glee)

Plentymorefishoutofwater said...

Oh dear.
Loved the Tampax/watch line...and credit to the guy who told you about your roots. I do that sometimes.
So come on, when's the next BNO?!
*Plentymorefishoutofwater - One Man's Dating Diary*

jo said...

sheesh what is wrong with this guy...

Ca88andra said...

Karma (and bloggers) will get him in the end! Hope your days just get better and better!

Dual Mom said...

Buddy is a douche. That is all. Don't spend any more of your precious time thinking about him.

But dammmnnnn girl that's an all around crappy day you had! Don't worry, the sun always comes out tomorrow. And now I'm gagging because that sounds so obnoxious!!

Rapunzel said...

Be warned girls, lock up your blogs, you are all at risk!

And no of course I didn't reply, I have far better things to do with my time (like getting my roots done!)

Thanks for sending me positive vibes. I think it is working because so far, so good!

Rx

Kate said...

Oh Rapunzel what a shitty shit shit day made even worse by having to deal with a shitty shit of a man.

I'm glad you're feeling better now! I have days like that too where everything pisses me off. Last week I almost decked a guy because he kept sniffing every five seconds instead of blowing his bloody nose. Agh!

Oh and a note to Mr Funny aka Mr Utter Twat: Man up and from now on deal with people with the respect that they deserve.

x

(That kiss is for Rapunzel, not Mr UT, just to avoid any confusion!)

Kitty Moore said...

Oh dear. I hope today was a better day for you!

Dater at Large said...

Sounds like he's just trying for a little blog fame. You'd think he be slightly more clever about it, though.