An Indecisive Making A Decision

Heyy everyone,

So this past week, especially this weekend, has been eventful. You could say that for someone that is so indecisive I have finally made a decision. One though that is both shocking as well as somewhat saddening too.

After spending the Friday night round Miss Tweedle-Dee's house with Miss Tweedle-Dumb too, planning our holiday. We have now decided to head further north into one of the other Spanish islands. I think we have settled on Majorca. Seems lovely wherever it is although slightly history repeating itself since all of our parents have been there as kids around our age. Granted it wasn't called 'Shagaluf' back then but I am sure that we will have all the fun and frolics we did last time we all ended up in a grotty apartment with a tub of Aloe Vera and stinging sunburn. On the Saturday morning, after some arguments regarding travel to do with another acquaintance; we headed onto a local market come car boot sale. With weather conditions suitable for a flock of penguins we trawled around stalls harbouring knock-offs and general tit-tat. Once we had acquired some hot beverages and small donuts we headed back for the car only to have a freak out as we try to navigate out of a friggin' air field. In the afternoon Miss Tweedle-Dumb dropped me off at Mr. Coffee's place as Miss Tweedle-Dee had forgotten her house keys and so we couldn't go back to her abode.

After that my weekend was spent mostly with Mr. Coffee, chatting, watching movies, getting caught having sex in the kitchen by his best friend - who is currently not in a relationship which for me makes this embarrassment all the more worse! Yeah so just the usual really. After much deliberation Mr. Coffee, his friend and I all decided to go out to dinner, after which we all ventured into the local town to have a drink. However after attempting all evening to talk to Mr. Coffee honestly and openly about how I felt and where 'we' were going in our relationship (if you can even call it that) I gave up and continued to drink until it was home-time. That evening we went to bed and had an eventful evening apparently keeping the house up with our antics - not that there was much going on! Sunday Morning I walked with Mr. Coffee to work where I then caught a bus to the Station.

On the journey back home I had alot to think about. The numerous incidents of unfulfilled sex and the seemingly unenthusiastic attitude of his truly were really stressing me out and adding to my already growing frustration. I wanted to tell him all of these things and how they make me feel and how I am scared of another relationship after what happened last time. But I couldn't. I spoke to several friends and then made up my mind to put him straight. I called him and discussed everything, but as usual there was always something that got in the way and eventually I decided to call it off with Mr. Coffee. It was horrible and I hate myself for doing it but I know it was the right thing to do - for now at least.

Hopefully next week will be better.

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx