The ironic gun-of-life hits me with a spray of bullet points:
- set up with freshie (ok he's lived here for 10 years...)
- i thought what the hec no way
- then i thought o whatever it can't hurt to try
- receive epic emails from freshie
- receive epic texts from freshie
- have epic phone calls with freshie
- have hands down the best face to face 5 hour long o wow found one of my 10000 soul mates conversation
- receive epic non rejection text afterwards (first time ever)
- receive epic banter texts
- receive news that freshie wants to move back to motherland
- contemplate moving to motherland
- contemplate self harm in fried chicken shop
- contemplate using womanly charm to challenge his view on moving to motherland
- incur wrath of Allah for considering use of womanly charm
- receive news that his parents want him back
- mmm fried chicken
- contemplate how i have never connected with a guy before in this way
- recontemplate moving to motherland
- reflect on possibility of raising children in a conflict zone
- re re contemplate moving to motherland
- my parents against move to motherland
- realise the situation is ridiculous
- no further contact between me and freshie mcfreshster
-fried chicken. Fried mars bar. Fried milk. Fried crack.
Major learning point: freshies are ok
Major regret: i would prefer to have not had hope dangle its wretched carrot in my face. Damn you hope. Damn you.
In other news, I am having a set up with:
- non freshie
- worse email ever (arrogant)
- worse texts ever (selfish)
-worst phone call ever (aspergers meets selfish meets arrogant)
Maybe he will be better in person iA?
