Time For A Little Sunshine...

Hey everyone, 

So I am currently writing to you from the very sunny and beautiful island of Majorca in Spain. Slightly chilly out but still, the sun is shining and I don't have work. 

The past week has been fun although not much has happened in the way of anything, apart from having to comfort a very glum and self-destructive Mr. Mot after I had a phone all at one in the morning. I attempted to pamper his ego as much as possible and make him feel better about himself especially what with his current situation, but it was all in vain as he still carried on in the same self-loathing he had started the conversation with. After an hour and a bit of trying to make him feel better I gave up and ended the call. Nevertheless the following day he was as right as rain and back to his cheery, if a little crude and flirtatious self.  Mostly this week though has been preparing for this week. Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb have been stressing about packing and departure times and such like all week, where as I have been as cool as a cucumber and have been relaxed, that is up until the wax...

So after my appointment at my local college being booked in on the half-term holidays in the south of England and so therefore being unavailable I found myself a little salon near where I work. Reasonably priced and with the schedule open I booked without hesitation. Upon arriving to said venue some minutes late due to the train being cancelled I was ready to be de-fluffed! Little did I know that walking over hot coals would have been a more pleasurable experience. If you are thinking about it ladies and gentleboys; DON'T - It hurts! Thinking it would be a good idea for holiday is one thing but then carrying it out with a women who you don't even know is another. I mean firstly there was the fact that I had bought new jeans previously and that the dye had rubbed off onto my legs so I looked like an overgrown Smurf. Secondly, less than ten minutes in and because my legs are made of 99.9% cellulite, she spilled hot wax all over me as the roller machine that she was using got trapped in one of my fat pockets. And then there was the sheer fact that she had a looked and touched something that a guy only gets to after he's taken me for dinner. Bareing (no pun intended) this in mind, my legs are still smooth ... ish. Definitely not worth it for the money, the pain or the bite marks on the back of my hands as a result. 

Miss Tweedle-Dee, Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I arrived mid morning after a long morning spent traipsing round the airport looking for a coffee shop so that all three of us could function properly as it was like three in the morning. The flight itself was pretty straight forward, but as we were taxing down the runway, for some odd reason I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss someone. To be honest I felt a bit emotional going on holiday again. I always do though. I suppose it doesn't help that I feel this way every time I go away because it was the last time I went on holiday with Mr. Workaholic that he decided to make his own mind up about our relationship. Regardless of that though, I am having a splendid time already. Miss Tweedle-Dumb is having a nap before we head out to dinner. So far there have been no arguments although I have had to seclude myself onto the balcony as Miss Tweedle-Dee is making so much random chitter chatter by talking to herself that I can barely hear myself think. 

And so after a fun and vibrant day in Majorca, Spain it's time to clock off as I am starving and Miss Tweedle-Dee, Miss Tweedle-Dumb and I still have to hunt out dinner. Need to wake them up first which shall be a task and a half as Miss Tweedle-Dumb is already snoring. Uhh, she also just farted, how classy of her slumbering self. This will be an interesting few days to watch out for next week. 

'Til next time, Love A.Lou :) xx

Time to Say I Told You So ...

Hello again,

So last week was the week of the 'prowl' and can you believe that Mr. Waistcoat had a fair run with communicating. It has since however dried up, but to be honest I'm not all that bothered. And especially after the weekend I have had I really feel like becoming Asexual ... If I was ever good! I should probably explain my weekend, that might help a little.

Last week as I was finishing my last entry (A Night of Waistcoats, Free Drinks and Disappointment) I got talking to Mr. Coffee. We spoke for a while and turned into the longest conversation I have had with him in what seemed like ages. As us British do, we conversed over small talk and each others daily lives but I soon steered it in a direction I had wanted for a while. After he asked what I was doing and I replied with "finishing off the blog" came an awkward silence. It was followed by him confessing that he was an avid reader. Oops! I hadn't thought I had been that unsavoury really, given the truth and situations. regardless he promptly answered my question by saying that yes he was offended and upset by what I had written earlier and that this was a contributing factor to why he was not talking to me like we used to. the word 'Unfulfilling' came to mind and I suddenly realised that maybe I wasn't as savoury as i had once thought. But as explained it was the truth and sometimes it hurts. I had apologised and we planned a catch-up for that coming Saturday.

Friday night came and I had heard nothing from Mr. Coffee, until I logged into my Facebook page and up he popped for a chat. We confirmed the place and time we were to meet and I finally thought that this could be a start-a-fresh for us as friends and maybe something more in the future. I decided to call this a 'Make-or Break Date' in which I would really assess why I was so infatuated with Mr. Coffee. I never told him this but I was thinking that maybe after some time apart I would be able to see if there was even a fizzle between us that meant more. Unfortunately we never got to that meeting ...

One of the last things Mr. Coffee and I spoke of was his request for me to call him at 10.30am to wake him from a lazy slumber. I agreed and we departed for bed. Upon waking myself Saturday morning I went around my usual weekend duties until 10.30am came and I rang Mr. Coffee as asked. it rang - and rang - and rang - and rang again some more. no response at all. I left it for a bit not wanting to accept what my head was telling me. I called again several times before I gave up trying. Lets just conclude that I was stood up by Mr. Coffee, who I was meant to be spending the afternoon on a 'Make-or Break Date'. I think its safe to say that it was a lucky break rather than make.

It is now Tuesday and more than four days have passed by since being stood up. Still no phone call or message apologising or explaining. I had tried to justify why he hadn't turned up but came to the realisation that even your Nan dying you would still at least drop me a text to let me know. Maybe not the gentleman Mr. Coffee had made out to be? Although, as I have said, maybe it was a blessing in disguise? I say this as I met up with Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb tonight and as it just so happens Miss Tweedle-Dee had some juicy gossip for us all that I shall now share with you all. So turns out that Miss Tweedle-Dee's brothers, girlfriend (You still keeping up?) has been told that one of her close college friends is getting close to Mr. Coffee and that he has been trying to worm his way in. This has been going on for several weeks which would co-inside with the fact that he has not been talking to me for just as long. Funny that eh?

Regardless of all this I have been busy planning more nights out full of mayhem and mischief with Miss Chocolate as well as a mini break weekend with Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb for some well earned men-free shopping. Cannot wait!

All this talk of a women only is making me very happy and ready for Summer 2013 more than ever! Bring it on!

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx