Boys truly are weird and incomprehensible creatures.
Met Diego 2 weeks ago on a silly drunken night out with the blondes. Ended up snogging him, which was slightly disasterous, as I have, theoretically, temporarily given up boys, well, Italian ones at any rate, but kissing him reminded me how fucking fantabulously amazing snoggage can be. Anyway, so, we were sposed to go out the thursday after, but as I had to get up for my flight to Glasgow at stoopid o'clock the Friday morning I cancelled. He messaged me lots while i was away, squealed me, and even made several old-fashioned phone calls to me! So, I don't think i am mistaken in saying he was KEEN.
So we were supposed to go out last night. He was to finish work at 8:30, go home, eat and then call me to let me know where to meet. So when I'd not heard a peep by 9:45pm I was a bit befuddled, and called him. And when there was no answer, I called again, a bit later. Nothing. There I was all dolled up and ready to go and he's a no-show! Puzzled? I was.
Anyhoo, luckily the night before me and Rosie (relatively non-evil and harmless one of the blondes) had been out and met a rather fabulous girl who wanted to go out dancing... and she called me up to say did we wanna go out. By that time Rosie had foolishly arranged to go out with the captain, her ex (yes, an army captain - that is a whole other story though, that i really should tell some time) as Polly is away and i was, supposedly, occupied with this Diego boy. So, as she wouldn't get out of her date with the captain I went dancing by myself with my new best (and fashion) friend. Who's boyfriend just happens to be the manager of Verona's only actually good nightclub. Had immense amounts of fun, drank far too many peschitos and i got to dance lots as well, which is always a good thing.
Anyway, so today, Diego decides to message me saying words to the effect of 'sorry about last night, i know you will never forgive me, sorry! sorry! bla bla', and then he called me. Twice he called and twice i didn't answer. Then he sneakily called from a different phone and i spoke to him. His explanation? Some friend who's doing an eurasmus year in spain was back over for the weekend so he went out with him and his mates. So why couldn't he have called to tell me? and why did he even bother calling today? He was all like 'are you really angry?' and i was like 'no, not in the slightest - i had a wicked night, ta'. I think he was expecting me to sit at home and cry because he'd stood me up. Frankly, he did me a favour as i can't imagine i'd have had more fun with him than i did with my new friend. Who actually IS fashion - she has her own label! Hurrah! Which is, rather aptly after last night's fiasco called "Allez les moeufs!" Which is French verlan for, well, I spose I'd translate it as "Go on the lasses!"
Offski. Hope everyone's weekends were fun,
P xxx
