Incident #2
Last night I went out with my friend Piscin to a pub where I knew I would find Gluin, the boy that I have taken a liking to recently. This all started with Incident #1, which was on Thursday the 30th of December.
Thursday I did a gig with my band. It went well, but I was feeling restless, so I left the venue early and made my way home, knowing that I was bound to bump into someone on the way and find some fun. Sure enough, as I passed by the Light bar, I was stopped by a guy I know called Lichen, who previously had a crush on me, but in whom I am not interested in the least. Reason? He is a mess, bigger even than myself. No thanks. But I did take him up on the offer of going for a drink, and we went inside. Inside I met a bunch of his friends, including some rather attractive Czech boys, one of whom was flirting with all and sundry despite the fact that his girlfriend was there. In fact, she was positively encouraging him. It didn't take me long to figure out that they were popping tabs, and I declined one whilst waiting for the fun to appear.
Soon enough we went across the road the the Fairground bar, where the bouncers insisted the place was closed to anyone else. We thought this was just a ploy but it turns out SnowPatrol were having some sort of an after-show party. In any case, we got in after a fashion, and after ages of standing at the bar getting drinks, I gave Lichen his and unceremoniously dumped him. I didn't feel like talking shite for the evening, and yes I was being selfish.
I saw a stool gleaming in the corner. Well, I'd been on my feet all day pulling pints and then gigging, and so I sat down, only to be told someone was sitting there. I looked up to beg a few minutes, and realised I'd sat down next to the most handsome man in the pub. So I decided his friend could move cos I was staying there.
I'd a great time, especially when I discovered this boy gave as good as he got when it came to smarty-bootsing. In fact, he is very quick. So I stayed in his/their company despite Lichen's ominous appearances muttering "Don't do it". Afterwards, we went for chips and I went back to Gluin's house, along with his band mates, where we slept all crushed into one bed (with strangers, like strangers...). Anyway, turns out the house is where my old bass-player is living and well.....I have a fearful crush on this new boy.
So that was Incident #1. Incident #2 was last night when I knew he would be down in Fairground and I dragged my friend down for a Sunday night pint. We danced to some crap music and I felt gawky and awkward and ugly (it's amazing how you let yourself down at crucial times like this). And I came to a few conclusions:
I am going nowhere working in this job.
I am an intelligent and lively if occasionally foolish young lady who is likeable.
Gluin is probably starting/seeing someone right now, and if it's meant to be it'll come, but there's no sense hanging around.
3 years is really a long time to be single.
I may need to move to Belgium for a bit of excitement but I can start off with a weekend break or two.
I love dancing.
I am going to do a radio show with Piscin, and from there maybe we can write a pilot for a telly show like we always said we would. A bit of money and light-hearted entertainment wouldn't go astray.
No man is an island, and I want to catch a plane to it's nearest neighbor asap.
Thursday I did a gig with my band. It went well, but I was feeling restless, so I left the venue early and made my way home, knowing that I was bound to bump into someone on the way and find some fun. Sure enough, as I passed by the Light bar, I was stopped by a guy I know called Lichen, who previously had a crush on me, but in whom I am not interested in the least. Reason? He is a mess, bigger even than myself. No thanks. But I did take him up on the offer of going for a drink, and we went inside. Inside I met a bunch of his friends, including some rather attractive Czech boys, one of whom was flirting with all and sundry despite the fact that his girlfriend was there. In fact, she was positively encouraging him. It didn't take me long to figure out that they were popping tabs, and I declined one whilst waiting for the fun to appear.
Soon enough we went across the road the the Fairground bar, where the bouncers insisted the place was closed to anyone else. We thought this was just a ploy but it turns out SnowPatrol were having some sort of an after-show party. In any case, we got in after a fashion, and after ages of standing at the bar getting drinks, I gave Lichen his and unceremoniously dumped him. I didn't feel like talking shite for the evening, and yes I was being selfish.
I saw a stool gleaming in the corner. Well, I'd been on my feet all day pulling pints and then gigging, and so I sat down, only to be told someone was sitting there. I looked up to beg a few minutes, and realised I'd sat down next to the most handsome man in the pub. So I decided his friend could move cos I was staying there.
I'd a great time, especially when I discovered this boy gave as good as he got when it came to smarty-bootsing. In fact, he is very quick. So I stayed in his/their company despite Lichen's ominous appearances muttering "Don't do it". Afterwards, we went for chips and I went back to Gluin's house, along with his band mates, where we slept all crushed into one bed (with strangers, like strangers...). Anyway, turns out the house is where my old bass-player is living and well.....I have a fearful crush on this new boy.
So that was Incident #1. Incident #2 was last night when I knew he would be down in Fairground and I dragged my friend down for a Sunday night pint. We danced to some crap music and I felt gawky and awkward and ugly (it's amazing how you let yourself down at crucial times like this). And I came to a few conclusions:
I am going nowhere working in this job.
I am an intelligent and lively if occasionally foolish young lady who is likeable.
Gluin is probably starting/seeing someone right now, and if it's meant to be it'll come, but there's no sense hanging around.
3 years is really a long time to be single.
I may need to move to Belgium for a bit of excitement but I can start off with a weekend break or two.
I love dancing.
I am going to do a radio show with Piscin, and from there maybe we can write a pilot for a telly show like we always said we would. A bit of money and light-hearted entertainment wouldn't go astray.
No man is an island, and I want to catch a plane to it's nearest neighbor asap.
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