Starting with a small aside (me one to talk in tangents - never!).... From now I am going to refer to S as the Boy - because that is what my mother refers to him as and I think it is now safe to assume that he is my Boy.
So the Boy has managed to redeem himself, although I couldn't be arsed having a serious conversation over the weekend about why going to a wedding party was "too serious". As it happens I woke up on Saturday morning with a sore throat that felt like it was actually made of broken glass. On top of this I was still feeling somewhat out of sorts given the working week that was: IBS.
The Craic Girl was unusually not feeling like partying into the wee small hours so I decided not to go and instead spent the day chasing medication for my various ailments, phoning my wonderful History of Art teacher (from school) to arrange a lunch date, visiting best mate J and my mother (who were working together in best mate J's shop) and last but by no means least hanging out on the Boy's sofa - but declining the urge to kiss him because I didn't want him to catch the dreaded lurgy. He talks a lot (generally) and as part of his job - so didn't want him to lose his voice.
The Boy had the offer of meeting up with our mutual friends on Saturday night and I said that I wouldn't be up for going given my delicate state but I would happily drive him to the pub. As time marched on the Boy made no moves to announce that it was in fact time to go to the pub and after some prodding from me he said: "Well I'd rather stay in with you" and so he did.
I think my heart melted. Am I too easily bought?
posted by the craic girl @ 13:27
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I don't know. I couldn't get passed the fact that you met one of your school teachers for lunch. . .
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