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Boys are Rotten, Made Outta Cotton
November 26, 2003, 3:41 p.m. I was walking home from doing some Chrissie shopping today, feeling a bit sad and sorry for myself. It’s lonely, shopping alone, and I feel like I haven’t seen any of my friends in ages - I’m getting paranoid, thinking that Ellie is shitty at me and that no one loves me *cue dramatic sobbing* But anyway, I was walking home from the train station, and I saw this guy, my age, coming towards me, in a suit and yuppie sunnies. Now, you don’t often see guys my age walking around in suits, so I was checking him out, thinking he wasn’t that bad looking (for a guy with short hair, that is), when he took off his sunglasses and said “Hi Lia! How are you?” I then realised it was Lancelot, a guy I’ve known since I was about seven (that’s a pseudonym, by the way). He used to chase a friend of mine around, trying to kiss her. We’d fallen out of contact after going to high school, seeing each other about once every three years – I saw a performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at his school when I was about 16 (I knew the guy playing Oberon [or was is Puck? I can never remember]), and he turned up at my work a few months ago. This time we bitched about work for a bit (he consoled me on my impending Christmas carol doom, then started singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, so I hit him : )), and exchanged mobile numbers. He wants to meet up for coffee, which is . . . interesting. I don’t know, he’s a nice enough guy, and it’s great to have a male friend (I don’t have any at the moment!) . . . but if he wants it to go any further . . . my mind just screams no! He’s all wrong for me. He works at EB Games (that’s why he was all dressed up – they have to wear shirts and ties, and he figured he might as well throw on the suit jacket to complete the outfit), and likes techno music and R&B and that’s just all wrong! I’ve been down that road and it’s as boring as hell. Ah, what am I getting so worked up about? He hasn’t exactly declared his undying love for me (although that will come, in time ; )), he’s only made vague threats of coffee together. And so if he calls, and wants to get that coffee, it’ll be good to get out and make a new friend.
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