The Perversity of the Female – well, this female’s – Mind
October 12, 2011 § 30 Comments
I am now going to be fatally honest – setting myself up for a massive shouting down, I am – and anyone is at liberty to despair of me. In fact, I demand you despair of me because frankly that is what I deserve. But I am saying it just to test that I am not the only one who can at times be a little perverse? And is it really so unforgivable?
I wrote and thanked Poppy Seed for the last date – the man to whom I was wondering how to say thanks but no thanks because he seemed so keen and I wasn’t – but he has not been back in touch. Of course, he would only have got my – very appreciative – card yesterday and it’s early days but, you know what, I am very faintly vexed.
There! I said it! It’s out! The ludicrous perversity of the female – well, this female’s – mind. Shoe’s a bit on the other foot now, isn’t it? Well, you had it coming to you, Plank, with your arrogant dismissal. But it wasn’t really arrogant, unless it’s arrogant not to fancy someone, was it? I don’t think so? Still, my current slightly unsettled feeling of him possibly rejecting me, before I rejected him, is bristling with me a little. I guess it serves me right.
Sorry, ignore me. Wednesday morning babble. But with thoughts like that, I honestly don’t think I deserve a break like Long Shot suddenly getting in touch!
Smidgen, on the other hand, has been in touch again and has asked me to the cafe again in a few days’ time. And I’m going to go, and what’s more I’m looking forward to it.
And I’m going to pile on the mascara this time.
Just see how we go…