Is hard though. I am regrettably still having weekend flashbacks. What's a girl to do. I hunger for that glimmer of attention from he who shall be known as "Harvard". I know it's not in my best interest, I know, I know, but can't help it. Compulsive phone checking is on the agenda.
From experience I do realise that with every day that passes, I shall move further away from Harvard and forward towards my future. But it's only been one sleep so far. I told you he was danger!
Any way, I was rather busy on the men front last night. Along with Irish on the phone I had my MySpace buddy, yes "buddy" texting me up a storm. Actually he also sent me a text whilst with Harvard on Sat night, lucky my phone was on silent, was 1am.
Turns out he is confused about his current girlfriend. Men are predictable. The minute he starts having doubts he goes the booty call. Is not happening. Even told him about Harvard...he was quite put out. Basically trying to ask me where he ranks in all this. He doesn't want to know, there is no comparison. Some classic text from him though, such as;
- Did you want more than just fun from me? (to which I answered no, this is not about me is about you, you're hopeless)
- Saw your pics of birthday UR Hot
- And the winner, to my text of good night 'you don't inspire sleep'
Right, on that note, am off to check my phone again (just kidding).
More importantly, 2 sleeps to go till I meet Irish. Here's to him having some sort of Mr Right potential (even Mr Right Now would be useful at the minute).
xxxoooxxx
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