For some reason I’ve taken to smashing glasses in a bar. It’s actually just a phase. By phase I mean one night. I’ve made little headway with organising travel gear to come through and I’m just twiddling my thumbs, so we’re out again with gusto, this time hitting an Erasmus student party. It’s utter chaos, compounded more so by my irresponsibility.
The Cat is out of the bag and feeling a little more giddy this evening as the guy she’s wanting to see is back. You can see the little love hearts and cute birds twittering around her head as she talks to him. For the first time since I’ve known her, she’s displaying a vulnerability, a nervousness reserved for those moments you’re in the presence of someone who makes your stomach flip. It’s becomes startlingly clear who will be pushed to the back seat.
She’s certainly acting more the school girl crush type around him than the blatant “go fuck yourself” attitude she’s had with me. She leaves my side and make a bee line for him as he’s come in, there to remain until he disappears from the club sometime later. So while he’s not around for her to fawn over, back she comes to insult me. There’s no such thing as second best is there? You either win, or you lose. Ahhh well. When in Rome. Or Olomouc. For far too long. I imagine it would actually be more like a fight that sex. Maybe we could smash things? Unfortunately that ship has sailed. Or rather sunk. There was never an option to board in the first place.
Second best and a sinking ship
For some reason I’ve taken to smashing glasses in a bar. It’s actually just a phase. By phase I mean one night. I’ve made little headway with organising travel gear to come through and I’m just twiddling my thumbs, so we’re out again with gusto, this time hitting an Erasmus student party. It’s utter chaos, compounded more so by my irresponsibility.
The Cat is out of the bag and feeling a little more giddy this evening as the guy she’s wanting to see is back. You can see the little love hearts and cute birds twittering around her head as she talks to him. For the first time since I’ve known her, she’s displaying a vulnerability, a nervousness reserved for those moments you’re in the presence of someone who makes your stomach flip. It’s becomes startlingly clear who will be pushed to the back seat.
She’s certainly acting more the school girl crush type around him than the blatant “go fuck yourself” attitude she’s had with me. She leaves my side and make a bee line for him as he’s come in, there to remain until he disappears from the club sometime later. So while he’s not around for her to fawn over, back she comes to insult me. There’s no such thing as second best is there? You either win, or you lose. Ahhh well. When in Rome. Or Olomouc. For far too long. I imagine it would actually be more like a fight that sex. Maybe we could smash things? Unfortunately that ship has sailed. Or rather sunk. There was never an option to board in the first place.