All The Small Things

Yeah, so I did a really pathetic thing last night, and I called GM.

I asked him if he was happy.

He said that he was.

I explained that I was not happy, and not doing so well with the whole breakup thing, and really quite pathetic and miserable really.

Oh, he says.

And then we went on to discuss Nicky, and footy, and just have a chat.

And that was that.

 

So I kindof figure from this that my idea that he might come to his senses, realise how all round smashing I am, and make amends with me was quite misplaced and desperate and in reality, it is never going to happen.

Just for that reason, that now I am fully aware and not even hoping anymore, it was worth being pathetic and making that call. Tonight, for the first time since we broke up, I am not umming and ahhing about whether or not I should call him. I'm not pining hopelessly.

 

So when I got off the phone with GM, I thought to myself that I really need to get on with my life.

 

Which prompted me to think about BatherBoy. BatherBoy had been very good about me not being available on weekends for the forseeable future, but had sent me a message saying that we could catch up for lunch one day towards the end of this week, as he was having some time off work and could meet me at my convenience in my lunch break, if I got one, if I wanted to. You have to give it to the man, he is persistant.

I saw him the day after he sent this message, and I said no, I just couldn't manage it, I was too busy. Work was nuts and I just couldn't swing it. Sorry.

Then I went home, had this conversation with GM, and I thought to myself, really, whats stopping me from going out with BatherBoy.

The girls all think that he is the cats pyjamas. He is quite cute, and by all accounts is H.O.T. in his togs... not that that matters, but its nice to know ;). Most of all, he's been very nice to talk to, was fun to play pool with at the pub, and I think if I wasn't so pathetically in love with GM, I probably would be jumping at the chance to go out with him.

I pondered this for a while. And pondered, and pondered some more.

I went to the P&C Meeting at the school, and he was there. This gave me a terrific opportunity to really study him without being too obvious. (I hope!)

And what I saw really impressed me. He's articulate, he was funny, he knew his stuff on the governance issues, he's prepared to show up, and he's involved. And his arms are really tanned and sexy. I didn't think that arms could be sexy. But looking at his arms, I realised that they are really very sexy. Sexy arms. Got that? Good oh.

I went home. I thought about it for a while. Then I called him. I apologised for fobbing him off, and said that right now I am pretty damaged and shattered over the whole recent breakup thing. But at the same time, I would like to get to know him better.

So if he wants to have lunch with someone who is completely damaged and shattered, I was free on Friday.

And he sounded pretty happy about that.

 

Which in itself is odd... I don't know if I would be happy if someone said that to me, but whatever, right.

And now I am dreading it. There are so many questions...

What Do I Wear, and What Shall We Eat, and Where Shall We Eat It?

 

Echugh. I hate this crap.