Crash Landing

In the past 3 days I’ve…

[1 – Monday Night.]

Had a drink thrown at me by a crazy ex. Not the old soap opera ‘splash in the face’, she threw the whole glass across a club and it narrowly missed the new girl I’m seeing’s head. Then it took all the energy I had to keep them apart long enough for the bouncers to figure out who to toss out. With my crime being… you know… being on a date with a hotter girl than her, and her crime being… being… a fucking nut-job! But to be honest I only won that battle by a slim margin, by the end I was turning into a bit of a head-case myself. But isn’t that always the way.

I’m a bit of a ‘get hurt and move on’ kind of guy. I don’t tend to linger and lick a girl’s heels if she decides she’s got to sort her head out, or that she doesn’t love me and that she wants to see other people and then turns around and confesses that she was confused and that she does actually love me, two weeks later. I’m not the kind of guy who can sit still and single for long, I need to get out there and make things happen.

This whole event prompting my decision to shuffle off to Greece.

[2 – Tuesday Night.]

I stubbed my toe. And busted my hand hitting a counter out of anger and pain.

[3 – Wednesday Night – The night I made this blog.]

I found out that someone that I really kind of like. A lot. And was planning my summer around, is pregnant. Like knocked up. For real. It’s not mine, but it also means I could either spend my summer in Greece trying to bone a beautiful girl who just happens to be pregnant with someone else’s kid, or…I could be a human being.

You see, I’m not that bad a guy. I just fall for a lot of people. If they are beautiful and half-interested then I make it my mission to make them full-interested. I can love. Like I loved my ex before she chucked me aside. But I’m having fun, going out and drinking and playing the game. I don’t string them along. We all know what it’s all about before we blanket surf, but then… that was how I fell for my ex. You start off playing about, testing your desires against each other, then you take a jump and wear your heart on your sleeve and say. ‘OK, I like you. Let’s Date’.

So how do you react to an email at 12pm at night from a pissed mate telling me… ‘That bird you’re off to Greece to see… I think I know her… Used to hang around with Checkers and his crew… You should know that she’s prego now! Just heard from Bozza… Ha Ha, just thought I’d give you a heads up…’

I’m going to decline the invitation and see what my city has to offer me this summer.

All I can say is that I’m glad I’ve got my heart tucked away right now. 

 

 

~ by Nicholas P. Mitchell on July 12, 2007.