Last Tuesday night I hope will be my last night in London with The Kuwaiti. After much deliberation about whether to see him again I decided to give him one last go. He had been driving me mad with his ramblings of a crazy person and calling up my family and friends, however he sent so many pathetic emails begging me to see him one last time that I gave in and agreed. (Note, I DO need to go to assertiveness classes.)
You see, according to the Kuwaiti his whole problem is that he has an essential chemicle missing from his liver (no, hold on - I'm not that gullible, it's true!) anyway, this chemicle he is lacking in makes him really insecure and worried about everything i.e. if he called me and I didn't answer he would start going mad thinking that I was out with someone else or I had died (stay with me,
it makes sense in the end I promise!) but so long as he takes these pills to rectify it - he is fine. Once he starts taking the pills he becomes totally unemotional and unattached to anyone - hang on - now I'm writing this down it sounds like the biggest crock of shit I have ever heard! It reminds me of when you see some product you totally don't want on QVC and after they talk about it for ages on there - saying how much it's true and all it's benefits you find yourself picking up the phone and ordering 3! Now I am away from the pushy presenters and non-stop advertising I can see it's actually rubbish.However, stupid me did agree to see him ONE LAST TIME! Luckily I got to his apartment before him so his doorman let me in - this gave me half an hour or so to just lie down and regain some physical and mental strength needed to listen to him all night. I actually ended up falling asleep. I woke to a scary sight - The Kuwaiti hovering around.
After ten minutes I discovered that he was just as self-important and annoying as before - he kept saying 'see, aren't I different now I have taken the pills?' 'You love me now I'm like this, so different' and 'I can't fight off the women now I'm taking these pills - you will fall in love with me too' (my personal favourite!) All I could think was: You are just the same as before, in fact if it's possible you're even more annoying!
His friend - Kuwaiti 2 kept calling his mobile and Kuwaiti was ignoring it - he said that Kuwaiti 2 was annoying him and he kept going on and on about this girl that doesn't love him, he is also obsessed with strippers. I wondered at this point if Kuwaiti had made up an imaginary friend he had found in the mirror. But no - double trouble. Anyway - to cut a long story short I had to suffer the evening as if I was with two old women - I'm 21 - I want to have fun! I decided there and then these old grannies just were'nt for me! I told The Kuwaiti as much the very next day (once I was safely back in my office) and have now endured about a week of ranting, crying, desperate emails - but after a week - I think it's worked, I have finally got rid of him! And sod's law - it's always the way - I have to go to a party for work in Four Seasons on Monday night - it would have been really handy to stay at his in Mayfair that night - never mind, you can't have it all!
Since ditching the guy who is most demanding both mentally and physically I decided to go out with the girls this weekend and and get wasted - god did I need it!
As a result of this night out in Southend On Sea at my favourite club, the infamous Talk (yeah!) I have two new boy interests.
My friends and I started off the night how all good nights should begin - by cracking open a big bottle of Absolut vodka in my dining room! After a couple of hours drinking and discussing the week's events, S is going for a dirty weekend in Southampton with her ex-boyfriend and J dressing up as a bunny for a night of hot sex with her boyfriend (none of us expected that one!) we head off to our favourite club, Talk - in Southend on Sea. On the way we meet two hot guys who both look really alike - one seems really sweet and asks for my number - I am a little drunk and say why not, so my friend J gives it to him. It turns out he plays for our local team, Canvey Island FC - so the very next day I get online and check out the official site - sure enough he does play for them - he's only 20 (a year younger than me) and lives in East London. (tricky)
Anyway, back to that night - we get to Talk and as usual it's great in there - they play such good music on a Saturday night! Apart from some random man trying to grope me then tipping a drink on my leg in protest everything was great! I saw a guy coming through the crowds and we moved aside to let him through - as he went past he stops and touches me to get me to speak to him - I usually ignore most guys that do this - just don't ... touch me ok!!! But he was really good looking and had a really friendly face. He and his friends stop next to me and I chat to him for a bit (as much as you can on a loud and crowded dance floor) - my friend S gives him my number (God the second one in the same night - what's going on?!?) and he promises to call the next day. For some random reason I am left with a happy feeling after speaking to him - the same kind of feeling I get after The Footballer texts me something really nice. S says to me on the way home, "are you really going to go out with that guy?" "Yes, of course I say, I know it could be difficult as he lives in London and everything but he seemed really nice!"
I finally get home in the early hours of the morning after we stop off to let S be sick at the side of the road more than once and giving a drunken boy from college a lift home. I wake up in the morning to a call from the boy from Talk - we chat easily for ages and get on really well - he asks if we can meet up for a date. This is where it starts to get difficult... you see, the boy from Talk is in a wheelchair. He can't walk. Now I have never actually had to think about this before - I mean, how many girls have? And I am NOT one to judge somebody because of a disability. I found out he had a road accident a few years ago - he says he's going to walk again and is going for an operation in America early next year on his back, however, my mum says if it's been three years then he's not likely to walk again... He lives in Brixton of all places and can't come to Essex for a date as he would have to get a friend to drive him (three on a date, and no, not in that sort of way - isn't good!) And so I find myself faced with the prospect of having to travel to Brixton alone (where I would probably be shot and killed and mugged) to meet him. I feel like I shouldn't treat him any differently just becuase he's disabled - yet I know that if another guy said they lived in London, couldn't drive and made me go there - their number would be out of my phone like a shot! Yet, I have stayed in contact with him for several days now. He phones every night (often more than once) and has sent me loads of pictures of his tattoos (god bless that picture messaging again!) Even though he can't walk he still has plenty going for him - he has his own house, is really hot, used to be a soldier and now runs his own business.
My friend Caitlyn's got it sorted - the first thing she asked was 'does IT still work?' ha - bless her it's almost as if she could read my mind - I haven't asked him outright of course but I get the general feeling that it's all working fine!
Anyway I've left it as - he may come and meet some of my friends out in Basildon on Saturday night - otherwise I am actually going to make the effort and go to Brixton after work one night.
God, what a difference a week makes. From Mayfair to Brixton - but guess where I'm happier?
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