Three strikes is grand. I’d say I was at three by 15. I had a routine that my first act after any class of break-up was to go to the barber and get the chop, even if I didn’t need one. An outward manifestation of the internal catharsis.
I’m watching a David Attenborough show right now and I have to say there’s an awful lot of fish in this sea. There’s some weird-ass looking jellyfish too though.
This is something you aren’t in control of. How other people feel about you, especially wimmin, is completely out of your control, so why sweat it?
The most baffling thing about it is the harder you try to get her to like you the more she’ll resent it.
Treat her like a cunt and see if that works, you’ve fuck all to lose
@Cicero_Dandi, did you ever stop to think she might be having a bad week for some other reason, and that would explain the short answers?
What the fuck? What the fucking fuck @Cicero_Dandi? You have a mate called Twisty Pete… who isn’t drinking? That’s a fucking shambles. Get some whiskey into you and tell him he’s a selfish cunt and always has been.
PM. I’ll sort this right out.
Nordies promising to find out about a person, that they’ll sort it out… things have taken a very sinister turn.
She won’t know what hit her.
It won’t be a cock anyway
Never give all the Heart
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O, never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart, and lost.
William Butler Yeats.
Yeats was a poor mans Joyce
Is that right?
I can’t keep up, but here’s a line which consoled me when I was in darkness
Quoyle:
There’s still so many things I don’t know. If a piece of knotted string can unleash the wind, and if a drowned man can awaken, then I believe a broken man can heal.
Suck it yourself, sugarstick!
Ok guys, I’m back in Twisty Petey’s house. FYI, Twister Petey and I won a Bob Radcliffe Cup medal together, he’s my only true friend from that side, he recruited me to play for his home team. I served as one of his groomsmen last March.
He is now an expectant Dad, he has to work tomorrow hence why he’s not drinking. I am in the spare room. I know Good Time Gerry through Twisty Petey, he’s a good guy but tonight wasn’t the night I wanted to finish off with Good Time Gerry, he’s a bevvy merchant and I’m not in the mood for that tonight.
Twisty Petey reckons I should call her, Sunday. I don’t know, does anybody call dates anymore? Does anybody call dates anymore after they’ve blanked you or distanced you or not responded to your last message three days ago? What’s going to happen? She doesn’t answer and then I’m the weirdo who called her when she was signalling that it’s over?
@glasagusban, yes she may have had a bad week. But I have fallen for her bad. I’ve been following her movements on WhatsApp. She’s been online about 20 times since, not even a thought of me? What does that tell you? The message before was similar, no apology for taking 2 days after I messaged her to respond. I’m not blaming her, it is what is. But the picture from my perspective is bleak, do you not think?
Twisty Petey said he’s now going to get me set up with the West Tyrone lass who was a bridesmaid’s for his wife at the wedding. She’s a nice girl from what I remember, but have I become a charity case? Is it fair of her to set her up with a jilted lover questioning the chances of happiness?
The last gleam I got from this girl is that she was doing her Christmas shopping in Newry this weekend. That was early last weekend and my response to that has been shut off since. Let’s face it, I’m toast.
Tonight numbed it, I was fine, I was distracted. That’s all I want now.
But call her? Twisty Petey, please.
That was a rhetorical question.
Throw your phone into the Fergus before calling her mate.
You’ll come back better and stronger. Pete has a twisty logic here.
Is there any chance you came on a bit too strong for her mate?
This girl just wanted some iron. And all she got was a trainee priest…no wonder she is gone dark
I’m also glad @tank joined this board. I felt lost, alienated on here for a bit. The black sheep of the board, Mama reckons I am the black sheep of the family. She worries more about me because sometimes I disappear, I go rogue and nobody hears from me for days. I’ve always been like that.
My mind wanders, sometimes I focus on something and it’s tunnel vision. I get lost. I ask questions and more questions and more questions. I see @tank has that too. That’s s byproduct of living in a border town. I don’t know why. It is though.