Being Broke
Right, this month, I'm on a major budget. As such, the date with Coleen yesterday never happened. Well, partly because of my budget anyway. She sent me a text on friday, asking me not to text cos her bloke was coming over. Fair enough, thinks I. By Sunday night, I'm getting bored, so I text her asking how she's doing. No response. So maybe she's decided to be faithful to her cheating boyfriend, and maybe she hasn't. Either way, I didn't press the issue, and didn't push for our date. I've got better things to do with my time than date girls who're going to take too much effort.
Vanessa is still on for tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it. She's 22, fit looking, but she does have a kid. That's a bit of a concern for me, but hey, we'll see how it goes. She certainly seems the most mature of my conquests to date, which according to my mates is exactly what I need.
New housemates
Oh yeah, I now share my bed with someone who always wants to be close to me (maybe a little on the clingy side), and has a habit of leaving me with about 4 inches on the edge of the bed, despite the fact that she's tiny.
Meet
Trouble and Squeak (Trouble is the tabby)
The present
This brings us nicely back up to speed. So who have we got at the moment?
Well, there's Colleen - a very random result. I tried to text a mate, and got his number wrong. Colleen is the person I found instead. Haven't met her yet, but she also lives in Stoke, and her boyfriend is fucking other women behind her back, so she's looking to get out. We're going for a drink on Monday.
Then there's Vanessa. I met Vanessa through an online dating thing. She's got a son, but she seems quite sweet. We haven't met yet - we arranged a date, but she had babysitter problems and couldn't make it. She did give a good 3 days notice though, and came back with a counteroffer, which I couldn't make. We're planning to meet for lunch pretty soon.
Right now, there isn't anyone else. I've joined a gym, got a promotion at work, and started putting some work into getting my business up and running again, so life's pretty full anyway. I'm getting into poker in a big way - I've only made the money once in live games so far, but I'm doing OK online, which is a nice cheap way of wasting an evening.
Becky
Now, Becky. We became drinking buddies for a bit. Then last friday we went out, just us pair, and she bumped into a guy she fancies, out with his mates. We all hang out for a bit, and I end up getting dragged along to Pink, a gay bar which is actually quite good after about 1am, but is absolutely pants at 10pm, which is when I was unanimously outvoted. The guy Bex fancies shows no interest in her whatsoever, and is busy talking to his mates. Bex pulls a random bloke, who happens to work at the same place Tracy does. He eyeballs me, and after a while, his mate tries to kick off. I calm things down, but the bouncers ask me to leave, because "These guys are regulars." I was a regular too until now. Now, I refuse to go.
So I leave. Becky lives miles away and has no money to get home - she was supposed to be staying at mine that night. I loiter around outside for a bit while I text her to find out what she's doing. Meantime, one of 'regular' guys mates gets chucked out for being too pissed and causing trouble - strangely, the pissed up one who started trouble with me. Needless to say, he sees me as the cause of his downfall, and tries to have a go.
Becky isn't texting back, and by this time the bouncers are getting a little annoyed at this guy kicking off on me outside their club, and are asking us both to move on. I explain my predicament, and explain that 1) this is the regular who was kicking off on me before they asked me to leave, so maybe it wasn't so intelligent throwing him out after the one who was clearly not interested in fighting, and 2) his kicking off wasn't annoying me in the slightest, and I wasn't going anywhere until I was sure of Bex's plans for getting home. They went in to check on her.
Meantime, a few more of regular boys mates came out, and things start getting a bit verbal. I stand my ground, point out that I already know where at least one of them works, and that the CCTV will just see me defending myself against 4 assailants. They keep giving it verbal, but it doesn't escalate beyond that.
The bouncer comes back, and tells me that Bex isn't leaving, and she'll make her own way home. She's only 18, has no money, and lives too far away to walk, but fine - if that's how she wants to do it after dragging me round after some lad who isn't interested in her, that's her business, so I leave her to it. Regular boys have picked a fight with some other random people by now, and police are on scene dealing with them, so I get to leave without a fuss.
Wow...how long since I updated?
Yes, I know, I've been neglecting this blog. I do that, get used to it.
Anyway, a round up of events since my last post.
Charlotte: Came to visit, didn't stay the night. Never heard from her again
Jemma: Didn't work out, still mates
Jenny: Didn't work out, still mates
Becky: Never came to anything, but read on.
Erica: Didn't work out, lost contact
Kel: Still a mate, now pregnant by Si
Amanda: Still mates, occasionally still fuck-buddies, but only when we're both only just single. Both acknowledge that we may have a chance if we're ever both properly single at the same time.
Right, who else is there? There's Jo. Jo was 18, and a virgin. She's one of Kel's mates, which is how I met her. The first night we met, we kinda hit it off. Bit of a kiss, and I ended up asking her out and got her number. Later in the night, she asked to borrow my phone, and I watched as she went through, and deleted her number.
Now the thing with us men is, we can be petty bastards when we want to be. Not being interested enough to want a date is fine, but tell us. Lie to us, and all bets are off. So at this point, I don't like Jo any more, but I still want to sleep with her. So I stay ultra nice until we sleep together a few months later, at which point, I lose interest. She gets clingy for a bit, but "dumps me" a few weeks later. Yes, I am a bastard, and no, I'm not proud of myself. It did, however, have it's uses. I am now certain that Tracy was lying when she told me she was a virgin three years ago. So our entire relationship has been based on a lie from day one.
