Friday, April 28, 2006

My alleged Boyfriend?

So for my birthday I had a party.

I invited all my friends and Garrulo (kind of) but not Beardman, definitely not.

It was going well, everyone was having a good time and Garrulo arrives with his Italian friend (I think she fancies him but that's another story). They are already both fairly drunk and within a short while I.F. has passed out so I put her to bed in my room.

I start off fairly cold towards Garrulo as I didn't exactly invite him, I invited his friend and assumed that he would come too. But as the evening wore on and he entertained my friends with his singing and semi-naked dancing we spoke more and he told me that he wanted something serious with me instead of this semi-on/off-fling we've been having.

He says this quite often, and I always say no, let's not rush blah blah. My normal commitment-phobe discourse but on this occasion after saying no a few times, he gave me an ultimatum - I want something serious with you, otherwise nothing.

Hmm. I like garrulo, he is crazy but I don't want to not see him. So maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the birthday euphoria, whatever it was I agreed.

I also disappeared into my housemate's bedroom to consummate the decision.

The party wound down and we (Garrulo and I) got into my bed with I.F., don't worry, I'm not that shameless, we didn't do anything more.

The next morning Garrulo was a little funny with me but I guessed his hangover was on a par with mine so thought nothing of it.

Over the next few days I received daily phone calls and messages and so I guess that allegedly he is now my boyfriend although I haven't seen him since and I'm now away for a few days.


Friday, April 14, 2006

Worm Doubts

Looking back it was perhaps foolish to think I could "love" someone after knowing them for a few hours..

All I can think of is the stubby toes..

And he's coming over to Barcelona for a job interview.

Aggggggggh

Why do I always get bored so soon?

Monday, April 10, 2006

Bad news

Went to a friend's house party at the weekend. I asked Garrulo if he wanted to come but fortunately he didn't make it in time.. We met later at a club where I discovered he was totally plastered and insisted on taking clothes off, on the dancefloor.. hmm

I ended up going home with him in a taxi, now I don't have a great recollection of the journey back but at one point I seem to recall him slapping me. Not cool. I think I said something to offend him but slapping me is not the answer. Nor is slapping anyone. This guy has issues.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Stood up

Well I've been in Valencia for a couple of days on work and on my return arranged to see Garrulo. He said he was working late but would come and collect me from my house and we'd go for dinner.

He called me a couple of times to say he'd be later than expected but in the end he stood me up.

Bastard.