Relations between the Boy and I are going from strength to strength despite the following misdemeanor (although really I think that it is a lot worse than a mere misdemeanor) on my part....
The Boy picked up his completely brand new black VW Golf on Friday afternoon. I didn't get to see the car or more importantly the Boy until Sunday evening for a number of reasons.... I was getting my hair coloured on Friday night but the appointment lasted three whole hours, so by the time I get back to Belfast it was very late.
On Saturday best mate J and other great mate D were heading away to a hotel up north that will be the venue for best mate J's wedding later this year. We got a great deal for champagne on arrival, room, dinner and breakfast. The whole experience was truly wonderful. Typically though check out time was 11 am (why is this when you can't check in until 3 pm?) and I was back down the road to Belfast in the blink of an eye.
So then to Sunday night. The Boy called round to pick me up for us to go to the cinema to see "Notes on a Scandal". Judi Dench and Cate Blanchett was amazing despite me being disappointed that Cate didn't have a Belfast accent - don't know why I thought she did apart from the fact that one of her pupils has (and he's originally from Donegal - so make of that what you will). Following the film we went for coffee before the Boy left me back to mine and this is when disaster struck. As I left his beautiful clean shiny new automobile I remember being a bit clumsy with my razor sharp metal killer heels but thought nothing of it at the time.
The next day I was a passenger in Colleague K's identical black VW Golf wearing same bottes dangereuses (dangerous boots - but doesn't the french translation sound lovely) and did the same move (thankfully not scrapping this car) and then it hit me that there was a high chance that I might have scratched the Boy's car in the same manoeuvre the previous night. I worried and worried all day and into the evening about this.
I was working late on Monday night and called by the Boy's house on the way home to tell him. Perhaps he was worried that I was going to finish with him (note to self: don't start conversations with the immortal line: "I've got some terrible news...." - it only worries people) because when I explained what I thought had happened and my suspicions were visually confirmed he was surprisingly calm and unfussed (apparently not recognised by spell check - but surely it must be an actual word?) about the whole thing. I said that if he changed his mind and was bothered about it that I would happily pay for it to be fixed but his attitude was that car will always end up getting scratched and not to really about it. He also said that he thought it was really sweet that I was so worried. The scratch in question is about 3/4 of an inch long but it's not really the point.
This makes me like him a little bit more for not hating me.
posted by the craic girl @ 13:21
2 Comments:
Ah girly you sound on tender hooks here. Yes it is horrible causing damage to someone else’s property accidently but it happens and it would be his role to forgive. Imagine it was the other way around? Would you shout at him? Of course not, he’s your man, clumsiness and all. . .
Anyway, as I’ve told you, Boyfriend managed to get my car hit by.a.tram and it isn’t a shit mobile either. Truth is I love him more than the car so just gotta grin and bear it.
Anyway, its nice to know he took it all like a man and didn’t make you feel (more) shit.
As for only seeing him one day at weekends, go girl. I think this makes you look like a fantastic, single, independent women with a life of her own and this is very appealing to men who are, afterall, programmed to chase.
All sounds like it is going on the right tracks! Good, you deserve it. .
I saw Notes on a Scandal last weekend and really enjoyed it. It's the first film of a book that I've liked in years, although I still think the book had the edge. I'm very much afraid that I am destined to be Barbara!
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