My night of irony.
Two things happened tonight within 5 minutes of each other that left me feeling extremely frustrated and generally questioning life.
First of all, after looking for a job for months I finally got a phone call being offered an interview. It isn’t an ideal job, but it’s a job. So just when I thought I was gonna have to bite the bullet and take a job that I really didn’t want just so that I could afford to like, live and stuff, I found the absolutely perfect job. Exactly what I’ve been looking for. Which you could argue is a great thing and that I should be happy. But the likelihood of me getting said job in my area (where 1000s of people apply for one job) is… Well it’s grim.
That’s not me being pessimistic; it’s just realistic.
Now onto the second event of my evening.
After a bad break-up I spent a few weeks doing the usual break-up stuff; constantly going out, rebounding, constantly being drunk… you all know the rebound phase well.
There was this one guy who I saw out a lot, and who I’d liked the look of (to put it mildly) since college. So when he came over to me in a pub once and said “Wow, I really like your hair” with a charming smile and a stroke of my new firey locks, my reply was “I really like your face” with a drunken slur and a gay best friend laughing uncontrollably next to me. But my rusty single skills didn’t seem to put him off as he bought me a drink. We got on great every time I saw him out and shared a few kisses but it never went any further. You could say he’s my “one that got away.”
After I had completely given up on this guy, the ex made a reappearance in my life. Leading to a severe case of head-fuck and a decision to ban men from my life until my head was… Unfucked?
It’s not been long since I made that decision, and I have been determined to stick to it. So what I want to know is WHY NOW has this guy decided to invite me over to his house?!
After being (as the GBF would describe it) “on a silver platter” just a few weeks ago, why does he decide now when I have given up on him and all men does he decide that “it would be really nice to see me” ?
Obviously I’m not going. It’s just a very frustrating turn of events. I am sticking to my independent “I don’t need no man attitude” and if he doesn’t like it, well he should’ve made a move when he had the chance. HA.