The joy of text....
I was going to be a grown up yesterday. I was going to take Keiths advice and when the weekend guy called, I was going to politely and carefully explain to him that I wasn’t in the right place for a relationship at the moment even though I had enjoyed his company very much and hoped to see him again (it’s not you it me standard rubbish). To be fair on myself I had said on Sunday that I couldn’t see us going anywhere but still… Grown up. Me. Yes. But Man didn’t call. Oh no – he texted me. He texted me in the morning, he texted me when I got home AND he texted me in the middle of my dinner party. Proper soppy boyfriend texts to which I did not reply (note to reader wait until person has actually replied until sending another text). When I finally crawled into bed at 1am under the influences of hair-of-the-dog red wine and champagne I have to admit that I texted him right back where it hurts. I told him all of the stuff that I was going to say on the phone – had I been given the opportunity. He replied saying something nasty (general gist that I was mean and cold and he’d thought better of me) which I deleted and promptly fell asleep. Should I have called him to tell him I never wanted to see him again? Probably. Still, at least I never had to see him again. Morale of the story is:
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(4.11.03 14:40) Actually – you did take my advice anyway – albeit a little too literally.. :-) You faced up to your demon, rather than ignoring it, so for that – well done! Keith (*round of applause, please!*) |
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(4.11.03 14:42) DON'T TEXT UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DRINK should be written on the bottom of all glasses found in all UK pubs, just like SMOKING KILLS is on fag packets. p.s. why SMOKING KILLS? Who's that gonna put off? SMOKING SMELLS or SMOKING MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE A TWAT would work a lot better, surely ; ) xMx |
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(4.11.03 14:45) Thanks Keith. To be fair - it was partly your advice and partly the fact that I couldn't stomach one more soppy text message. D x x Em - I know I know I know |