Life + boys = complicated

[fadagaski]

Ugh. I have a weakness for the Irish accent, which I choose to blame on Gabriel Byrne and my first thrill of desire. Nevertheless, every Irishman I've ever met has been, to a greater or lesser extent, a douchebag. So, Irish accented men and I do not click.

There's an Irish lad here at the temp job. He's baby faced and gruff and very wry. Nice enough but sort of typical for what I've come to expect.

Then there's his officemate. Not Irish. From somewhere generically south of here, which encompasses almost the entirety of England. He's very cute and seems sweet and I have been flirting even though I know almost nothing about him but he gave me some maltesers. Am I fixating weirdly? IDEK.

Tomorrow I have a coffee-date-thing with a guy I met on eharmony. Hsiieutfgwhridjsb. Will it be awkward? Will I like him? I don't really remember any of the details from his profile, things that I might otherwise have learnt in the course of conversation but which could feel strange to bring up if I'm already suppose to know them.

Blah. I'm going to splurge a little of this temp-money (a phrase that encompasses many meanings, all of which I mean to imply) on a new dress that is flattering yet not sexual, casual without being as slobby as my normal attire.

...

*flail*

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Comments

[shei.livejournal.com]

Subject line = truth.

[fadagaski.livejournal.com]

You has a boy trouble? Do tell!

[shei.livejournal.com]

You know those bad and stupid romantic movies where Cliche Guy is an asshole and Cliche Girl pines and makes eyes at him but he has like Issues and is an asshole and a jerk to her and you want to bash his brains in for sheer awfulness before he commits and all is magically fixed?

I'm Cliche Guy without the magic fix.

[fadagaski.livejournal.com]

Which, y'know, sucks. But as a glass-half-full kind of person, I feel compelled to point out that your comment implies there's someone I the Cliche Girl role. So spill!

[shei.livejournal.com]

Not really. That's a year-old story. And there's actually not much to tell: cute, nice boy liked me and he pursued me for months while I was consistently awful to him because I was (am) in a very bad place. Wasn't the first time it happened either.