Ernstig?

It feels like groundhog’s day. I am having a seriously? moment again. This time it’s not the Frenchman, but in true Grey’s fashion the perfect combination of McDreamy meets McSteamy in one guy.

What happened?

Well, the old story of boy meets girl happened.
He called it a whirlwind romance and she liked the sound of it.
He offered her his Clash t-shirt to sleep in and she didn’t decline.
He kissed her and she kissed him back.
After that it was he said/ she said and things fell apart. Reality came back and life happened.

The girl, me, realized that all happened a bit fast and a bit too soon.
Falling in love takes time.
Getting to know someone needs more than a few dates.
Upon asking for this time, I was refused.
That’s fine. Again that is life.
Sometimes there is nothing left to say or do.
Yesterday I said a friendly hello. Just because I felt like saying hello.
I got a friendly hello in return.
Then a little punch in the face:
"I fell in love and I am in a relationship."

You think I am jealous and maybe a tiny part of me is, but even more so I just feel like a damn fool. Timeline can do that to you, because apparently all he needed to fall out of love with me and in a relationship with someone else were two days. That’s where the seriously? comes in. I know people who don’t even change their underwear that often (No, I shall not say who, but it’s true!).

If you think I sound bitter and a bit incoherent, you are right. I feel like a fool and for a first time I have regrets. Regrets of letting someone in, regrets that I believed I he liked Any when in fact I was just any other girl.

Sorry for ranting. I guess I just had to get this off my chest and for some reason writing a diary sometimes doesn’t cut it. I shall go back to tree posts now. If you want more boy stories, get a Cosmo…

 *That is seriously? in Afrikaans just in case you wonder. Let’s hope I don’t add a German guy to the mix, because I think the translation would be horrible.

Sérieusement?

Remember Grey’s Anatomy and Meredith’ and her “Seriously?” whenever someone did or said something really unbelievably stupid? I always thought it made her sound a bit stupid herself. I don’t anymore.
As I mentioned a lot of stuff and people irked me last week, but the Frenchman really took the cake. Yes, you read correctly – the Frenchman. I thought I should just silently grumble and get over it, but Thekla (I guess I wasn’t so silent after all) said, I owe it to my reader to share.

We, the Frenchman and moi, were just engaging in a friendly chat of SMS messages, geared towards him finally fetching his necklace from me. It was all well and good till we went into the How is your life and what are you up to? territory. Upon me telling him, no, I was not married yet, neither a lesbian, and not 40kgs heavier than last time we met, I received this answer from him:

Totally ok with girls :-)  This was in response to my non-lesbian comment, harmless enough. My body is refining (very) slowly. Started gyming as prep for Ironman training for next year. Also harmless and only interesting in the regard that I wonder how someone who smokes like a true Frenchman will do Ironman? Still not married…Been going out with xyz* for a year now.  I pondered on the fact that this was sort of a strange statement considering that he was still sleeping with me a year ago. Cleary remembered by clearly only me as it was 2 weeks after my knee surgery and he brought me bread to bed the next morning so I could take a pain killer. Then again…who is counting…the women or the months? And went to get snipped to avoid accidental offsprings! Cake. Taken. I need a haircut and a shave though! :-) Who the f*** cares about the haircut now??

After that I rest my case and Grey was right. Sometimes there is just no other reply, but a big, fat seriously?

*There was a proper name. I don’t like it. The name that is. Thus edited and of course because we shall not name the innocent, new girlfriends.