Friday night I bought something that doesn’t fall into the ‘need’ category, but rather the ‘want’ category. However, it does fall into the more important ‘want’ category – ie. ‘desperately want’ as opposed to just plain old ‘want’.
I bought a pink and white teapot.
And the matching milk jug and sugar bowl.
They are very pretty. (I’m such a girl).
On Sunday (I’m getting ahead of myself here) I went back and bought the exact same thing in the green and pink – it’s all about sets. I love sets. Sets are very important. So important that I think I shall stop by the shops and buy the matching cake plates and servers.
And tea bag holder thingys.
It’s the little things in life.
From there on in, Friday became a little more interesting. I got a text message. Now considering my recent purge of numbers, I’m pretty lucky that this is the first time I’ve gotten one from a number I didn’t recognise (which also proves my point on why I should have purged those numbers – it’s been 3 weeks and they are just contacting me now???!! Slack bastards!)
Anyway, I’m standing there looking at a text that says ‘Sorry I have been so slack, we will have to catch up soon. Been thinking of you. Xo’ I looked at the number and thought ‘who the f**k is that?’. So I sent back ‘Ok?? Now who the hell is this as your number isn’t in my phone’
As I wait for the response, I’m trying to work out who it could be. Just as I work it out, I get the response ‘I’ll give you a clue – I live on the coast and I’m slack at keeping in touch’ Luckily, I’d already worked it out as that would’ve only narrowed it down to 3. I sent back ‘Oh. Hi Lying ex. I didn’t recognise your number as I deleted it months ago.’
He called me. What fun. We talked for about 10 mins (the shortest conversation I have ever had on the phone, normally I talk for hours). He asked me out to dinner. I didn't believe him.
Saturday morning I went shopping for B’s engagement present and then round to F’s house as I am house/cat-sitting (they have 2 cats) while he and his gf are away. Played with the cats, got ready and was waiting for C to pick me up on her way through when my phone rang – it was C.
C is about 11 weeks pregnant and this time round, she is having a little trouble. She has had a couple of ‘shows’ and the doctor told her that she has to take it easy, but on Saturday, she started bleeding quite heavily. She insisted I still go to the party and she promised to call if anything went wrong, but in the end, thankfully, she was ok. The bleeding wasn’t coming from the baby but from her cervix. (My apologies to anyone for whom this is too much info).
The engagement party was good. There were a lot of people there that I don’t know (which I hate) and of the people there that I did know, most of them I don’t like anyway. It was however, a brilliant chance to people watch and I picked up tremendous amounts of gossip. When I was filling her in on all of it the next day, B complained that if it wasn’t for me, she would have missed out on all the good stuff.
Call of the night came from B’s 14 (!) year old cousin. She was sitting with 4 of us (all a lot older than her) and we were talking about kids – one of the girls has a 2 y.o., one is ready to drop, A has a 5 y.o. & I of course have none. Cousin comes out with ‘I can’t wait till I’m 18 so I can have a baby’.
We all stop dead and look at her. ‘Are you serious?’ I asked. She assured me she was. I asked her why she wanted to have a child so early, not because I am against it as such, but I was curious to hear why she wanted one so young. Her response was ‘Because I just dropped out of school and there’s nothing else to do’
Just. Fucking. Brilliant.
I remembered not to tell her she was a stupid, spoiled, selfish child who needed a good swift kick up the ass before being packed off to boarding school (which, the more I spoke to her that night, the more I realised it would do her a world of good). Instead I sat there and discussed it with her logically. A was able to back me up on quite a few points as she is a single mother (Cousin announced that she would also be a single mother, you see) so she was able to discuss it from a position of experience.
I’m not entirely sure that the 4 of us actually managed to convince her, but at least she was looking rather thoughtful when we all sort of drifted off. She accused me at first of being against the idea as I (clearly) ‘don’t want kids’. I assured her that she was totally wrong – I do want them, but I’m not stupid enough or selfish enough to have a child just because I can.
Honestly, is this what it’s coming to? Seriously disturbing.
Sunday I had breakfast with A then we went round to watch B & 3G open their engagement presents. After that Belle and I went shopping. I bought a new spread for my bed – it’s white on white and it is beautiful. I found it in an interiors store in the valley about 2 months ago and have been thinking about it ever since so I am rather chuffed, just quietly. It was worth every penny. I seem to have a thing for white at the moment. The bed that I was looking at on Sunday is white too.
Oh, I forgot – I was woken on Sunday morning at 6.45am by a text message from Lying ex (stupid bastard – he KNOWS I’m not a morning person) asking me out to dinner next Saturday night.“Really strange thing happened last night – I dreamt I was in a nice little restaurant with you. Would love to make this happen next Saturday? Think I am beginning to understand how I need to appreciate you more. What I am saying is that I love your company. It would be great to have one of our conversations face to face. Somehow that sounds like I missed you”
I was so pissed off when I read it (he woke me up for that? He knew I had a party the night before! And - ‘beginning’ to understand?? You ‘love’ my company? Too bad you didn’t realise that when you had your chance 2 years ago, buddy) that I still haven’t bothered to respond.
Do you think a simple ‘No’ would convey -
a) I can’t believe you woke me up at 6.45am to ask me out to dinner
b) I can’t believe you asked me out to dinner by fucking text. Even A, B & C wouldn’t do that! And they’re female friends!
c) I can’t believe you woke me up at 6.45am (on a Sunday!) to ask me out to dinner
d) You and your continual dramas bore me.
e) I STILL can’t believe you woke me up at 6.45am (on a fucking SUNDAY!!) to ask me out to dinner!
f) If you were the last man on earth, you still wouldn’t be getting in my pants again.
And before you think I’m getting ahead of myself with that last one, I know him. You don’t. Enough said.
Will ‘No’ get all that across, do you think?