Mahinda’s Little World

Every blog needs some drunken posting. Let it start here…

Tonight was going to be a “stay in and sort stuff out” evening. Typically enough, it turned out to be nothing but the sort.

Firstly, I get a call from Dr. Kate asking me to housesit for her waiting for a sofa to arrive - she’s a doctor, and is on nights this week, so couldn’t be in at the required time. So, I turn up at her door, armed with decent book (Hitchhiker’s Guide compendium), and she prepares to head off to work. At this point, the sofa guys arrive. 10 minutes later, I’m back home. Job done!

The next event of my free evening entailed heading out to the pub for Rosy’s birthday drinks. On the way there, I tried phoning the girl I’d been seeing since about January. All very strange - we were fine when together, but rubbish when apart. We’d managed to see each other about eight (yes, eight) times in six months. Pretty pathetic, given that we live within two miles of each other. We’d not seen each other for something like two months, and we’re pretty rubbish on the phone to each other. So, I try calling her. No response.

I’ve decided I’m officially single, properly so. I would have liked to talk to her about it all and ended things properly, but I guess that’s just not going to be. Pity. She’s a really nice girl.

So, a few minutes after this revelation, I get to the pub.

Where one of my mates tells me that he’s got together with an ex-girlfriend of mine. No, not the one I’d just tried to call. The one before that. The one I really fell for.

Now, it’s been a while since we split up, and I’d say that I’m over her. However, I still feel a little strange about things now. They’re both great people - he could do a lot worse than her, and she could do a lot worse than him - and I’m genuinely happy for them both…but I still feel a little strange about it all.

It’ll probably feel even stranger when I see the two of them together. I guess it’s just one of the important steps in REALLY getting over someone - seeing them with someone else. I’ve not done that yet.

I really am rubbish when it comes to emotional stuff.

So, the pub. A whole load of people there, and five of us end up playing a GREAT game of Twenty-One. The drinking game. You must know it. Anyway, we get to the point where most numbers have about two rules attached. Good stuff.

Closing time. The rest leave for a curry. I walk home and turn the computer on.

I should probably edit this one in the morning. But that’d be against the spirit of things, wouldn’t it? We shall see…