I disappeared once again, I know.
Bad Alex. BAD!
Ok, now I officially apologized to the world let's talk about some sirius shit - High five HP fans!
I don't know if it's just me who's surrounded by this gigantic cloud of bad luck, perhaps I just killed a kitty of two in one of my previous lives, I don't know, but still, how is it F&%@ING possible that the one time I meet someone acceptable (and by acceptable I mean sexy as hell with an even sexier british accent), he turns out to be a douchebag?
Let me explain things better: one magical night, one of the very few free nights I had since I started University - a post on this thread is coming, don't know how, don't know when, but it's coming. Just like Winter in Westeros. - me and my friends went to this Irish Pub for the first time. Nothing too weird about that, you would say, and so did I, until this random guy comes saying:<<Hi, sorry to interrupt you guys, I know it's a random question, but have you seen a wooden cock, 5 inches long? My friend's just lost it somewhere>>.
Let's be honest, any person in his sense would have turned his head and never spoke to that weirdo again, but remember it's me we're talking about, and I'd had a couple of drinks already.
Once again: bad Alex, BAD!!
Anyways, after a while we started having a real conversation, danced a little, had some more drinks, kissed -ehm ehm- and exchanged numbers.
Everything looks perfect so far, ain't I right? Right, and so it did for a couple of weeks, until my lovely misfortune cloud came back from its holiday in the beautiful Caribbean Sea. Thanks.
So, at this point there's nothing much I can tell you, since I still don't know what's happened: he just disappeared, just like I did with this Blog. The day before he was telling me how beautiful I was, and the day after puff, like nothing happened- oh, how I wish I knew how to put GIFs in this! You know which one I'm talking about, the Madagascar's penguins one.
It's been two weeks now since we last talked, so no, even though he was a girl,and if he, say, send me a message now, (s)he still couldn't blame it on his/her (?!) period, plus he's NOT a she, so anyways he couldn't blame it on the period. Or could (s)he?
Ok, this is getting way too weird.
Anyway, that was it. I'm not gonna say I'm heartbroken, because I'm obviously not, otherwise I would be watching Titanic for the millionth time in a row, holding my owl shaped teddybear insulting that young piece of art known as Leonardo Di Caprio, instead of writing bullshits on this blog.
Probably.
Let me know if you can relate to this,or if you just enjoyed it or whatever. Or also just read and leave, JUST LIKE HE DID. Feel guilty now.
Cheers!
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Bad Alex. BAD!
Ok, now I officially apologized to the world let's talk about some sirius shit - High five HP fans!
I don't know if it's just me who's surrounded by this gigantic cloud of bad luck, perhaps I just killed a kitty of two in one of my previous lives, I don't know, but still, how is it F&%@ING possible that the one time I meet someone acceptable (and by acceptable I mean sexy as hell with an even sexier british accent), he turns out to be a douchebag?
Let me explain things better: one magical night, one of the very few free nights I had since I started University - a post on this thread is coming, don't know how, don't know when, but it's coming. Just like Winter in Westeros. - me and my friends went to this Irish Pub for the first time. Nothing too weird about that, you would say, and so did I, until this random guy comes saying:<<Hi, sorry to interrupt you guys, I know it's a random question, but have you seen a wooden cock, 5 inches long? My friend's just lost it somewhere>>.
Let's be honest, any person in his sense would have turned his head and never spoke to that weirdo again, but remember it's me we're talking about, and I'd had a couple of drinks already.
Once again: bad Alex, BAD!!
Anyways, after a while we started having a real conversation, danced a little, had some more drinks, kissed -ehm ehm- and exchanged numbers.
Everything looks perfect so far, ain't I right? Right, and so it did for a couple of weeks, until my lovely misfortune cloud came back from its holiday in the beautiful Caribbean Sea. Thanks.
So, at this point there's nothing much I can tell you, since I still don't know what's happened: he just disappeared, just like I did with this Blog. The day before he was telling me how beautiful I was, and the day after puff, like nothing happened- oh, how I wish I knew how to put GIFs in this! You know which one I'm talking about, the Madagascar's penguins one.
It's been two weeks now since we last talked, so no, even though he was a girl,and if he, say, send me a message now, (s)he still couldn't blame it on his/her (?!) period, plus he's NOT a she, so anyways he couldn't blame it on the period. Or could (s)he?
Ok, this is getting way too weird.
Anyway, that was it. I'm not gonna say I'm heartbroken, because I'm obviously not, otherwise I would be watching Titanic for the millionth time in a row, holding my owl shaped teddybear insulting that young piece of art known as Leonardo Di Caprio, instead of writing bullshits on this blog.
Probably.
Let me know if you can relate to this,or if you just enjoyed it or whatever. Or also just read and leave, JUST LIKE HE DID. Feel guilty now.
Cheers!
