All The Small Things

Mood: Peeved & Sad

So, as the previous entry states, the position of Clock Winder has been filled.

Unfortunately, I think I need to sack whoever is in charge of HR, as they appear to have hired another dud.

I'm beginning to think that I really need to have a psych test for prospective partners. They're perfectly normal until I say I'll date them / see them, and then they turn into complete and utter nutjobs.

Late last night I had a phone call from Jay. 1.30am. Just calling to say, among other things:

• That he thought I was the type of girl he'd like to marry.
• "I should come to town next week, sweep you off your feet and marry you and spend the rest of my life with you."
• "You'd have my baby for me"
• "I don't want you to go out on Saturday"
• "I'll come down for New Years, and we can just stay home and spend the night together"

Hmm. We hardly know one another. You wish for me to marry you, have your child, and never go out. Control, anyone?

I AM going out on Saturday - I'm going dancing because it is my first Saturday out in a bloody long time and thats what I want to do.

I AM going out at New Years Eve, because I haven't been out on New Years in forever. Since before Nicky was born actually. Mr. D. has been out EVERY YEAR. This year, I'm going out and Mr. D. will be staying home. I certainly won't be choosing to stay home spending time with someone that is freaking me out.

Ironically, after using the description of Clock Winder for so long, there is an extremely hot (and I'm talking Calvin Klien model hot) young man in town who is a Watch Maker. He's the cousin of one of my good friends, and she wants to set us up. I haven't met him, but I've seen him round. Noice.

How funny would that be, the position of Clock Winder taken by the Watch Maker...

But back to the subject at hand.

Jay.

I don't want to be controlled, or dictated to. As talented as he may be in other ways, I'm not prepared to trade off.

Damn it all to hell.

 

The Boy Boarder has given notice, he's moving out. I'm crushed, really crushed. He's been such a good friend, and an absolutely wonderful housemate. I'll miss him heaps. How crappy.