All The Small Things

Mood: Tired
Listening to: Harry Potter

Went out with Stace last night. Three things about Stace.

1. We always have an awesome time out together
2. She can't play darts, but she's not too bad at pool
3. She has absolutely terrible taste in music

We headed down to the Vic, our usual Friday night haunt. It was a really great night out, I got there at five to sell raffle tickets, and made a decent amount for the Kinder in the process. Stace arrived about seven, and we just started playing pool.

We were joined shortly thereafter by a couple of the boys, and we just mucked around, flirted, played pool, and had an all round great time all night.

Again, no Guy #2, which was a bit sad, however, Guy #3 was there, and I tell you what... he is also the HHHOOTTTNNEESS. In a big way.

I got home about midnight, and fell onto my bed and immediately to sleep. Unfortunately, "Immediately to Sleep" meant that I had neglected to do those simple things that one would usually do before bed...

Shut the front door & turn off the lights for example. Change out of my clothes. Remove my shoes. You know. All the small things.

So at half past one, there was a loud knock at my front door. Must have been loud, to wake me up! So I got off my bed (to say get out would imply that I had actually gotten IN, and that would be misleading!) and answered the door.

It was two of the fellas, one of whom was Guy #3. They've never actually been to visit me before, so that was nice. They came in, telling me off. "You should lock your door you know. Anyone could just come in. Its not safe. Lock your door. And why are you sleeping with the lights on?"

After I had informed them that I don't usually sleep with all the lights on, the door open and in my clothes, we went into the kitchen, where they said that they would like a cuppa. I put the kettle on, and then they said, no, actually, we have to go. And they went. Just like that.

Weirdos.

So then I went back to bed. I shut the door, got in my 'jarmies, and went to bed. I left the front light on - as I always do, in case the Boy Boarder came home, so that he could see to get his key in the door. He's been working lots of odd shifts lately, so sometimes he comes in in the middle of the night.

So two o'clock I am again awoken by a loud knocking at my door. By this stage I've only been in bed about fifteen minutes, so up I get again, throw on my gown (my 'jarmies aren't the sort you'd wear to answer the door in!!) and answer the door.

It was Jase. So in he came, and says, "Is there anyone else here?"

"No? Who would be here?" To tell the truth, this question was asked in such an odd way that my first thought was, shit, someone is in the house! They must have come in when I crashed out earlier!

And then he started walking about the house...

"Is that the Boy Boarders room?" He said, looking into my bedroom (the light was on)

"The Boy Boarder doesn't strike me as the type to have hot pink sheets Jase! Thats my room." We did the tour, checking each room for intruders, or hidden lovers, I'm still not quite sure which he was looking for, I was looking for intruders!

He even checked the bathroom.

As odd as it sounds now, it wasn't at all strange to be wandering around my house in the wee small hours checking behind doors for an intruder. Seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

(I may have had one or two too many.)

So once we had established that no-one else was in the house, I got Jads a drink of water, and we sat down in the lounge room for a chat. Possibly the most deranged conversation I've had in a long time.

It started with Jase explaining that he and Guy #3 had actually been standing on the corner opposite my house for the last half hour, with Jase trying to convince Guy #3 to knock on my door again. He thought we should get together, cos Guy #3 is such a nice bloke. Riiii-gght. So why did they bolt in the first place?? Cos Guy #3 is shy. Riii-gght. And where is he now? Gone home to bed cos he's a girl. O-k... And the fact that I'm not remotely interested in Guy #3?? (Which is a fierce white fib at best!!) Oh. Hadn't thought of that. Men are so freaking weird.

So then the conversation moved on. Jase currently lives with his girlfriend. She's a nice girl, a fair bit younger than him, but they've been together for ages, and when he bought his house they set up together. Turns out that Jase isn't very happy, and is looking to break up with her. But he doesn't quite know how to.

And he didn't want to go home, because, these days, he never wants to go home. Poor bugger. But at the same time... This is interesting. Why is he here then? Am I to be the patsy, she thinks there's something going on, dumps him, problem solved?

No, apparently he'd told Guy #3 to tell whoever was still awake at his house (and this is just charming) that he was "drunk and down the water puking or something" . Again. I wonder at the types of people that live in this town that excuses like that are acceptable!. But I was actually quite surprised, Jase isn't the sort of person who lies like that, and he obviously felt quite bad about it.

Jase is an interesting lad. He's very much like Bloke in that he is straight down the line, no rubbish. He says what he means. He keeps his word. He's genuine, and would do anything for anyone. He wouldn't hurt a fly. He's not sleazy, he's always a gentleman. I trust him.

So we talked for a while about his girlfriend. He just doesn't want to hurt her. I told him he was probably hurting her more by avoiding her, as he had been doing for the last month or more. Poor girl.

Then he started telling me what a nice chick I am. (Yeah, I know!) That I'd been nice to him right from the start, and that if he'd been single when we first met he would have "definitely gone after you"  The funny thing was, he wasn't saying it in a coming-on-to-me kind of way, it was just rather conversational. Like, "I liked peanut butter sandwiches, right from the start. I order them often." Surreal almost.

Another change of subject, and we talked about his house, and how he's planning to move next year to work work. We talked about the Boy Boarder, because they know each other.

Then he says to me "Can you please tell me to get out? Cos if you don't I'll just keep sticking around so that I don't have to go home, and then I'll be in even more trouble at home than I am already."

"Ok, please get out."

So he left.

And I went to bed.

 

Oh, and for the record Shane sent me two text messages and called me once over the evening. I really don't think that he is getting the picture at all. Definitely going to tell him I can't see him anymore. Its just too much!

 

Crazy, crazy night. Does this sort of stuff happen to other people??