It's ok, I'm fine. Straighten your head if it's cocked to one side in concern. I have not spiraled into a pit of despair.
Ready?
He didn't reply.
I'm putting this down to one of three things:
1. A change of phone number since last July
2. He's a bit rubbish. Er, like me.
or
3. He does not remember our conversation on Sunday night in which we compared and contrasted the merits of various supermarket pizzas and our penchant for eating them on Monday nights for ease of cooking; thus rendering my 300+ character message which concerned itself solely with last night's cremated Co-op pizza entirely obsolete, nonsensical and a load of wtfbollocks.
Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter. Perhaps it might have done the last time I sent a text message to a boy I thought was nice - circa 2009 if we're counting - but now...well, it's no loss. It's ok.
In fact, it took half an hour for me to stop obsessing over my phone and resume Monday evening as normal, i.e shouting out the wrong answers on University Challenge before getting untold amount of joy from drinking camomile tea from a pig-cup:
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| Best mug ever. His bum sticks out the tea when you get near the end. |
And I think that's the prize for waiting to do these things until you're entirely happy being single.
Not a pig cup (although that would be the best prize ever). I mean - when you're happy being single, not worrying about the last one or looking for the next, anything else is just a bonus. And that includes sending text messages.
Reciprocated or not.
12 comments:
Um, AWESOME cup. And excellent attitude. x
Pfffffft. Silly boy. Love that you're not fussed though.
You're my hero, Jo. Your attitude to everything is brilliant.
Also, WHERE can I get me one of those mugs?
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Blonde - That cup makes my day. Each and every day.
Miss Milk - Nah. This January 2012 is still kicking January 2011's arse.
Amy - I'm going to frame that first bit. Also, re: the mug, I have no idea. It was a Christmas gift from Uni Ex's mum, I think. It's my favourite thing.
Personally I think it's a little odd you have a mug that shows you a pig's bottom when you drink your tea. ;)
I'm not an expert on pig anatomy but from the picture it looks as though you would see the pigs snout several sips before you'd see its bum.
Oops, now I get it, when you tip the cup up to your mouth the bum emerges from the oolong ( or whatever ) first. Excuse my denseness.
"when you're happy being single, not worrying about the last one or looking for the next, anything else is just a bonus"
That's been my way of thinking for as long as I can remember, some people don't seem to get it though. Never mind, they're not me. And they don't have a pig cup like you (which is awesome)!
Firstly, I love the cup. Love it.
Secondly, what a great attitude you have :)
(This is Perpetual, can't comment using my OpenID).
Take no notice of silly Perp - this is what happens when you do much tweeting.
Cant believe I missed out on all this drama ... or not, as the case may be.
But whatever the case - sounds like you've got the right attitude about it and if, as you say, this January is kicking last January in the arse, I foresee this February kicking last February in the bollox.
I want a pig cup! I am now about the scour the interweb to find such a thing.
model - Odd? It's the most normal thing in the world!
Anon - You are excused. It's easy to be bamboozled by the Pig Cup.
Cynical - It's a nice way to look at things, I think. Better than worrying and getting all upset because you've not got another person in your life to make it better.
Perp - Thank you on both cups. I mean points.
London Lass - One hopes so. February has potential, I reckon.
j - I've never seen one in the shops. I think it arrived by stork.
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