I don't think I told you about Biker Guy. Some of you know but anyway, there was this guy who I saw when I first got to the island. I was at Regs Garden watching some music in the sunshine and I noticed this guy sitting there who piqued my interest a little. Being a massive scaredy cat I did nothing and fantasied about him for about 6 months romanticising what could have been if I hadn't been such a yellow belly.
6 months later I am at a bar watching Rick Jones do his thing (he's a singer and guitar player by the way not a Chippendale although maybe he could work that into his act and give the bored housewives of the rock some extra entertainment. I might mention that next time I see him. Or maybe not) anyway, watching Rick and go to get a beer at the bar and who is stood in front of me? If you didn't guess Biker Guy (who we will now refer to as BG) then you are stupid and need to go and do some brain training and come back when you have more brain cells. If you thought "BG" then well done you, you can keep reading cos it gets better.
I do a bit of a double take because you know it's been 6 months and I want to be really sure that it's him but yup it really is and then I panic. "What to do now?" I ask myself. No, not out loud as that's a good way to get sectioned but in my weird head. I do the only thing I can do which is text Josephina something along the lines of; "OMG BG is here. What do I do?"
She text back something unhelpful like "Er, say hello"
I mean if I could do that I wouldn't have needed to ask for help in the first place would I because that would mean I was one of those confident girls who can just go up and say hi to guys in bars. That's quite a lot to put in a text so I just put "I can't do that" and she started texting back equally unhelpful suggestions such as "say that's a nice jumper, it would look better on my floor" and such like.
By the time I had realised that Josephina was going to be of no help whatsoever, Hamster had started a drunken conversation with him. Not as helpful as you might think seeing as Hamster is one of those girls that men just fall over themselves to get to. She has men falling at her feet when ever we go out. We can't venture anywhere without mens jaws hitting the floor, coming up to chat and going all gooey eyed at her. It's not just that she's pretty with big boobies (which are about the same as mine I reckon) it's just that she has this quality. I can't put my finger on it but if we could bottle it, we would make a fucking fortune
Anyway, I manage to get into a conversation with BG and somehow the conversation turns to kung fu and karate and debating which one is better. I maintain that I prefer karate but he's of the "I like kung fu" school of thought. I think I probably said something like kung fu's rubbish, karate's better (yes I know, scintillating conversation but I was about 4 pints in by this point) and that I missed karate because I didn't know anyone on the rock who did the style that I like. To which he replied that he knew someone who taught karate and he would check which style it was.
We're getting a bit bogged down in detail at the moment so I'll just say that it was the style I liked and he gave the number of the instructor. So we chat for a bit longer, all the while Mr. Jones is still doing his thing, oblivious of the drama in the corner and I ask if he's going to the rock night after and he says "Fuck yeah!" A bit too enthusiastically for my liking so I ask if he's being sarcastic and he's all like "No way, I love rock night" so I say"great, that's where we're going you want to walk with us?" or something like that. So at the end of Ricks set (which was awesome, as ever) we set off, a little drunken quintet, me trying not to appear too drunk and attempting some normal conversation so I can come across as alluring and potential girlfriend material to BG.
Needless to say, this doesn't work as we split off into our original groups once we get to the rock night but in spite of this I have a great night dancing to some decent music for the first time since I came to the rock. Before I know it, it's the end of the night and I am pretty much twatted and it seems like a good idea to stay behind after my friends leave because I haven't got BG yet and being an only child not getting what I want doesn't sit well with me. So I drunkenly jabber away to him, God only knows what I was wittering about but it worked as we left together arm in arm, got into a taxi and went back to my house.
Anyway, in the morning he went all weird saying he was to old for me which was strange as he didn't even know how old I was and that he'd just got out of a big relationship and blah blah blah. So I just said "relax please, lets keep this in perspective. Lets have a bit of fun and see what happens" and by that I meant lets keep having fun and see where it leads not that was great see you around sometime but being hungover and tired I couldn't articulate that.
So he left and I spent the next few days boring my friends to death with "Why didn't I give him my number?" conversations. In the end Hamster said "why don't you try and find him on facebook?" This is where it might get a little stalkerish.
I already knew his name (which I am not going to divulge here just in case he reads this which is highly unlikely but not outside the realms of possibility) which I got from the karate instructor guy so I did what any self respecting stalker does and typed his name into facebook and sent him the following message:
- Please read, if anything it'll give you a giggle...Hi, I realise this could come across as quite stalkerish but I have a reasonable explanation: I was messaging .... about the Karate and mentioned that some guy called BG had given me his number and I hoped that he didn't mind and he asked "BG who?" So I said "I dunno, tall guy, long hair, glasses..." and he said "Oh it must be ..... cos that's the only BG I know"
So I mulled this over for a while and thought that actually I hadn't made that good a first impression and seeing as I don't go out all that often it wasn't likely that I would get a second chance so I thought I'd look you up on Facebook, yes I know that's where it gets a little stalkeresque but I firmly believe that we regret the actions that we didn't take rather than the actions that we did so even though your Facebook profile is locked up tighter than a nuns knickers I thought I'd send the message anyway.
(By the way, if you're not the guy I met on Saturday night, could you stop reading now? I'd like my humiliation to be contained to the right person!)
Anyway, I know that I said it's just a bit of fun when you were getting all self deprecating and I meant that but it came out a bit wrong. What I meant was; can we forget(ish) what happened Saturday night and start over, sober. I'd really like to get to know you better and see how it goes. I'm not saying I want a serious relationship or anything like that cos if it transpires that once we get to know one another it's the wrong thing, then I know I won't have any regrets.
So...if you fancy meeting for a coffee (actually tea) sometime then give me a text on (put my number but you're not getting it)
And if this has weirded you out, don't worry, I'm much better with the written word than I am at actually saying the words out loud so chances are, if you don't reply then I would never say anything to you if I see you again anyway.
Sorry, realise that was a bit of an epic but I do tend to ramble if left to my own devices. It could have been much worse!See, not too bad, fairly light hearted and breezy!I waited a few days and no reply and although I am a self confessed pessimist most of the time I get quite optimistic about my love life. It's quite pitiful really. A bit like a puppy that gets kicked all the time and then one day gets given a piece of cheese and spends the rest of the time getting kicked and wondering when the next piece of cheese is coming. So I think to myself "OK maybe he didnt' get the message, maybe he doesn't go on facebook that often. Some people actually have a life and others don't have a computer so maybe he hasn't read it yet.To me, not replying to a message is complete anathema to my soul (is that the right word?) Anyway, I just don't get it, if someone has taken the time to compose a message to you be it a letter, an e mail or a text, it just seems like the height of rudeness not to acknowledge it even if it's to say "sorry you remind me of the beast of Brighton and I would never go for coffee with you even if you were the last hairy back on earth" I mean that would hurt but at least you'd know right?. It would be like ripping of a plaster, quick and stings like fuck but once the stinging fades you get right back on that bike until the next owie. Probably not the best metaphor but I digress again.
OK, now this is actually where it gets slightly stalkerish but again, if he had just answered my message it wouldn't have driven me insane. An unanswered message is one of the most irritating things ever. Even a message with bad spelling and grammar would be better than no message:
"i h8 u fk of n dy"
Again, at least you'd know. Anyway, I decide to go and find him because I know where he teaches some of his crappy kung fu so I go and wait outside his class and to say that he looked shocked to see me there is another understatement but all I wanted to was to get to know him a bit better, go for a drink and find out a bit more about him. It may have turned out that after a few meetings he was the most boring man on the planet but at least you'd know! That's what I hate, the not knowing. I also wanted to make a better first impression. I hate meeting people when I'm drunk because it gives entirely the wrong impression. I come across as a real fun loving happy go lucky party girl which is so not me. I'm one of the most cynical pessimists you'll ever meet. Hamster has been trying to teach me to be more optimistic but it's not working so far and I doubt it ever will.
I mean, yes I like to go out and have drink but I would much rather sit in with someone who I love most of the time (tolerate the rest), cook a nice dinner, have some wine and watch supernatural while they make as many cups of tea as I like providing witty banter and "in" jokes but when you've only just moved somewhere how else are you supposed to meet people if you don't go out once in a while?
I'm not a party girl. I write in a diary for gods sake! I write poetry, I have scars on my body that can't be explained in a rational way, I'm much deeper than I come across if you meet me when I'm drunk but do you think I could find the words to convey this to BG? Nope. Written word I can do, spoken word, forget it. Tongue tied, gibbering fool.
Anyway, to draw this epic to a close, I asked him out, he said no giving some lame ass excuse like; I'm too old, I have no money, I'm an angry man blah blah blah. In essence he'd made a snap judgement on me and wasn't prepared to find out if his preconceptions were right which I somehow don't think they are which means he's just a shallow man with a big cock.
Shame.
Can you honestly, hand on heart, say your not just as shallow? Really?
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ReplyDeleteThe title of this ‘post’ will probably make you think that this is going to be some kind of emo story, but that’s not the case – the significance of the title will become evident later on.
Anyway, I came across the above and it brought to mind a story I’d like to tell, too. You see, I recently ‘met’ a girl online. It was through eHarmony, which we’d both signed up to not really expecting anything from it and, as such, had not paid for the service. But one weekend, they had a free communication weekend and so we managed to be ‘matched’ together and started talking. It started off with a few relatively generic multiple choice questions, progressed through more open questions and eventually we were left to our own devices to start talking freeform.
Well! The more we talked, the more incredible this girl seemed. I mean, we connected on a very significant level. We disagreed on the things that it’s fun to disagree about, we agreed on the essential core values, we had the same passions for life, the same turn ons and turn offs and, crucially, we even had the same taste in cheese! We emailed back and forth pretty much constantly for the next few days. I’d consider myself to be an articulate guy, but by no means wordy, generally, but I was sending super-long emails every time, the conversation would just keep flowing and flowing. We’d keep each other up late at night. I would literally sit there hitting the refresh button on my phone email app waiting for her name to appear as an unread email in my inbox. And every time it did, my heart would kinda ‘lift’ a little. Honestly, this girl made me regress to feel like a teenage girl like no one I’d ever known. Especially as, you know, I never actually was a teenage girl…
After around a week, we exchanged phone numbers and if anything the conversation intensified. I had a day at work where I did very little pretty much all day simply because I’d spent too much time texting and emailing her. Then one Tuesday, which happened to be Valentine’s Day, although that is in no way germane to the story, we knew we both had a fairly free evening so actually decided to talk on the phone. Now I am very much a typical ‘man’ when it comes to telephone conversations. By that, I mean that if you took every phonecall I’ve made in my entire life, the average call length would probably be somewhere between sixty and ninety seconds. That night, though, I spoke to her for over four hours. FOUR HOURS! And the only reason we ended the call is because it was after 2am and I had work the following morning. Even then, I was so wide awake that I ended up texting her for another half hour or so while I tried to wind down to sleep.
That was the most fun I’ve ever had on the phone. Lots of laughs, no awkward silences, amusing anecdotes back and forth, and she had this really cute voice which totally melted me. It’s fair to say that after this, I had really high hopes that this could turn into something. Indeed, it felt so similar to the first few days of a ‘proper’ relationship, and yet we’d not even met. I wouldn’t presume to put words in her mouth, but it seemed like she felt the same. So yeah, I was really hopeful about this. Maybe unreasonably so…
A day or so later, we decided to exchange photos. This was probably where it started going downhill. After another couple of days, we ‘did the Facebook thing’.
By this point, we’d already arranged to meet up as it had all seemed so promising. I’d booked myself into a hotel for the weekend as I live around seventy miles away, we’d made some plans for things to do together, and we were both very excited (and nervous, of course!). Anyway, after the Facebook thing, it became fairly evident fairly quickly that she was less excited about things. She seemed less eager to contact me, and her tone had changed fairly subtly, but noticeably. I raised it at one point, but she assured me that nothing had changed. So one Friday evening after work, I jump in the car and make the journey southwest.
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After making a couple of laps of the city centre searching for my hotel, then another couple of laps searching for the car park the hotel recommends, I finally get settled into my room. Just enough time to get showered and changed and it’s off to finally meet this girl after a fairly whirlwind two weeks. I was slightly later than intended due to traffic on the route down and so she was waiting in the hotel lobby for me when I finally got downstairs. Well, she verily took my breath away. Off we went for our evening out, first to an acoustic gig, which was nice, but the venue was uncomfortably warm, so we went to find somewhere to have a drink and a chat.
ReplyDeleteThis girl was everything I hoped she’d be and more. She was bright, articulate, funny, opinionated, beautiful, creative and talented. Again, we seemed to have a really nice time together, everything seemed easy-going, and we parted company around midnight with plans to meet the following day. We met again in the afternoon, and it just felt totally different. We both seemed very tired, and as the day went on I really struggled to keep the conversation flowing as much. Completely my fault, I guess, although we both seemed to be struggling. Of course, what I was unable to tell her at the time was that the reason I was so tired and the reason I struggled to sleep so badly the previous night is that my brain was buzzing with the excitement of having had such a nice evening with her and so I simply couldn’t switch off to get some sleep. So at the end of the night, we parted ways with barely even a goodbye. I guess I could see the writing on the wall at that point, and I must confess to standing outside the hotel for a while contemplating things in the cool night air. I finally went back upstairs to my hotel room, packed everything up to check out the next morning, and tried to get some sleep.
Now when things go badly, I’m really not the kind of man who wallows in things. That night was different, though. I don’t know if it was the exhaustion of the previous couple of weeks, or if it was the sheer disappointment of it all, but that night I was upset. Finally drifted off to sleep only to be woken shortly afterwards by drunken idiots shouting in the room next door, who didn’t stop shouting til around 4am. Got to sleep whenever and got up around 10am, showered, checked out, and drove home after a detour to visit some family nearby.
The next day I got the inevitable message that she didn’t see much of a future for us but that she’d had a nice time over the weekend. We chatted a little more, but within a week, she had stopped trying to contact me at all. We never discussed why she felt the way she did, as generally I don’t think there’s a lot of use in that. Besides, the fact that her enthusiasm dropped fairly significantly upon being able to see the archive of online photographs of me, in all honestly I already have my reason. And so while I could have easily called this post ‘The shallow girl with the large boobs’, that implies I bear her ill will, which I absolutely do not. A girl wants what she wants, and if that’s not me, then there’s no use fighting it.
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And so I return to the title of this text. My feelings on the whole episode can be summed up by paraphrasing Eddie Vedder’s lyrics from the song of the same name:
ReplyDeleteI know someday, you’ll have a beautiful life. I know you’ll be a star. But you’ll be a star in somebody else’s sky. I just wish it could’ve been mine.
Anyway, we haven’t spoken in a fair while now. I don’t want to appear stalkerish or unable to let go, as I really have, despite the need to tell this story, but I was kinda trolling her blog and came across this story, which seemed to fit. So no, I don’t bear her any ill will. She gave me a chance, which is more than some have done. Am I disappointed that she seemed more bothered by some meathead who was only after thing, and only for one night, than she was about the death of such a deep connection that we had? Absolutely. But such is life. I don’t know if she’ll even read this. After all, it’s only an addendum to a blog post from nearly a full year ago. I hope that if she does stumble across it, she thinks kindly of me, and maybe lets me know.
She’ll continue her amazing life, and pretty shortly she’ll forget all about me, and that’s okay, that’s life.
I, however, will never forget her or the two weeks she was such a big part of my life.
hey jay I know how you feel i had the same thing but got to second base and meet up a few times so cant complain. however your post is obviously really stalkerish and extremely wordy just bang another pussy on move on!!!!!!!!!!!!
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