Little Dowager

What does it really means when you get bomb by a bird shit?

I had a near miss last morning. It fell right in my path, barely 5cm from my toes (or boobs, whichever leans forward). I can hear it splatting on the tarmac, and I almost wanted to whip out a piece of tissue to wipe the splatters off my leg (it didn’t but I was just being icky).

And then it happened later in the evening. It splat right in front of my boobs, onto my pale yellow tee. A spot of white and yellow gooey mix. There’s no shell, and it didn’t look like an egg to me. A spot of visibly darker yellow on my pale yellow tee. I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. I don’t really know the real reason why I packed an extra white tee into my big bag that morning, but I did. So I was saved, by an I-don’t-know-why-I-did-it-but-I-did-what-I-want-to luck.

Oh. And I had a continental breakfast earlier. 2 half-boiled egg and toasts. Yum.

So the meeting with the bloody “Dear Friend” didn’t turn out so well.

I got bored listening to him talking after the 15th minute.

Besides only talking bout himself, his life, him, himself and rotate topic 2 more times, he can’t seems to remember anything else, like where he placed his manners.

Who the hell ever arranged a meeting with someone (anyone), and don’t even have the courtesy to at least check if it’s alright to meet another person later? You don’t stuff information like this into people face like how you stuff your chicken’s ass with garlic and spices, you know?

I was annoyed until I met his friend. Despite the rude introduction, despite knowing him for the first time only, I think I like him as a person better. At least he was genuine, friendly, not self absorbed, down to earth, and did I mention genuine?

Yes, I did not like the way he treated me. Total difference of nth degree from the first day I know him. Is it because of the way I dress now? It is because of the way I look now? Is it because I piled on a few pounds since then? Or is it because I am no longer the ideal type of girl you can envision bedding?! (for the record, I have never gone to bed with him)

Have it ever been just simply care/concern like a friend, for a past love?

Ah, I should’ve known better.

Thank god it ending in exactly 3 hours, cause I was fucking tired outta my brain to even function properly. I can’t even be bothered to look at him when I respond.

Yet another disposible character in my life.

P.s: And I don’t really like to play pool anymore. What a bloody waste of time and money.

P.p.s: I really detest ungentlemanly, ill-mannered men.

P.p.p.s: But thank god for this episode, I discovered something new from another person.