Romantic Misadventures

Greetings People,

Girls can often inflict some horrendously painstaking emotional turmoil and humiliation to boot on mankind. But, hey we certainly couldn’t live without them. So I’m going to see how many misadventures I can rack up before I strike it lucky. Thankfully for me I’m not going to back date this list, which would just be embarrassing. It’s a clean slate full of some raw and fresh wounds. Ouch. Ill give them all nicknames appropriate to the time and place of meeting/attempt at courting process, and they all have one thing in common, the girl displayed some classic WANKER behaviour. Number 1 is:

Girl who temporarily ruined Oxford Arts.

She said; “don’t be a masochist. Just walk away.” Then I realised what a fool I was. I tend to go down in flames when things head for the Deep South with girls. I have never thought about masochism, maybe I have a more destructive side with it comes to romance then I realised. At what stage did I become a glutton for punishment, where I let total and utter behaviour of WANK over come me? Oh, that’s right, when it involves a women who evokes some of the most important qualities I’m attracted to and sadly it’s the shallow nature of sexual attraction which keeps me going back for more emotional beatings, even if she acts like a total WANKER. There is a psychological condition for this kind of stuff and it’s something to do with having to be accepted by others but ultimately grasping after that illusive connection. Before the downward spiral she seemed more then interested to get to know me which made this situation all the more puzzling and hence the nature of women and interaction with them even more so.

So I decided to go meet this girl one Saturday night after getting in contact with her. Not knowing what to expect I hesitantly walked into Oxford Arts while desperately attempting some bladder control exercises as a visit to the toilet was well over due. All that pale ale that had been consumed earlier in the night while catching up with friends was well and truly ready to go to its home and was running very late indeed. Funnily enough just about as soon as I walked in I saw her. I said; “hi, I really need to go to the toilet ill be right back.” When I return, it's like magic, poof she is gone, vanished into thin air. I then sent her a text message and all I get in reply is vague reasoning which read something like; “tonight has been a blur, I thought seeing you was a dream”. I have heard a lot of convenient excuses before but that ranks up at the top. It was later revealed by her, that I’m a "superb guy" who "deserves much better," obviously the type of girl she isn’t capable of being. Then some story about an Australian idol ex boyfriend was mentioned who came back into her life ever so suddenly, making an appearance at her apartment. He may or may not have serenaded her with a ballad, ever so romantically at her door step while holding a rose behind his back. The very kind of romance I just cannot supply was a recipe for yet another stir-fry mixed with all kinds of emotions which left behind that many left over’s they would find themselves eating stir-fry for days on end.

In the end it’s best I do “walk away” but before that I decided to attempt a sorry excuse at reverse psychology in an effort to show her I have not been hurt or have no hard feelings, as I call her bluff to see if she would potentially be interested to see me again (although deep down I know that it’s probably not worth seeing someone who treats you like that again). In this act I am supposedly cool with her wacky behaviour, almost turning the tables and saying, hey it’s all good you did a runner, I barley noticed, want to chill again sometime? Here I play the I’m only looking to hang out and have some fun kind of guy and we can just be friends or more, whatever, instead of displaying angst ridden paragraphs that question her behaviour. The answer is a resounding NO and the real problem was me not letting go straight away after that awful night, it just took a couple of extra days to work it out, that ex or no ex it wouldn’t have worked out anyway. Yes she was good looking but probably more importantly I thought we had a lot in common. Pity she didn't have the people skills to match.