I've Lost Me Mojo!!!
Nothing good can possibly come from an email like that...
Sigh... my Irishman is no more. Sufficed to say, I couldn't have been more shocked if I was George Bush and I had woken up with half a clue. This came out of no where... not a week ago, he had mentioned that he was excited to spend the next two weekends together. Proof that once again, Bea has not one iota of a clue about men...
They act like they really like you, but they don't... They don't act like they like you, but they really do... What the Fuck!
What was it that the Gypsy Fortunte Telling Cards say? Something about not appreciating something when we have it, having lost it, we cry... or something like that. I'll have a read when I get home...
No doubt I am just pouting... annoyed that I didn't do it first. After all, I've known for sometime that we I wasn't thinking long term... and that if something better came along that I would have jumped onto that bandwagon... but still, the thought that I won't be seeing him ever again or hear any more funny stories from his friends leaves me a little saddened. Silly Beatrice.
And still nothing from Sasha... From someone who seemed SO excited to meet me, he sure has a heck of a way of showing it. Too bad, so sad... Next.
So from FEG, to Irishman, to Sasha... it would seem that the luck that I have experience of late has finally dried up... much like Adrian Zmed's career.
Citius, Altius, Fortius,