the world is small....
my sister lives far away. we talked earlier this morning, right before she went to bed. apparently, her and hubby went foodshopping and stumbled over this guy , EL, I entertained myself with for a weekend when I was in my early 20ies. of course he recognized sis and hubby and was rather insecure about meeting them by chance out there at the end of the world.
EL used to have an unhealthy interest in me. I wouldn't give him the light of day, took the piss at him and generally let him know I didn't give a rat's arse. one night - I was working in a club behind the counter at the time - he got drunk (well, when didn't he?) and came up to me, asking if I'd accompany him home after my shift. I said nay. he started to beg. I said, well, maybe, but only if we wait untill everyone else has gone home, if noone sees me leave the place with him and if noone ever will find out. he was to keep his mouth shut about it, coz I found him way too awkward. yeah, I was a bitch. and yes, he was a masochist, if I've ever seen one. of course, that night I didn't go home with him. I called the bouncer down to my bar half an hour later, to collect EL and his mates to tell them their night was over. hehehehe
some months later, my sis and her hubby moved further north and I visited them loads. apparently, EL, being a workmate of sis-hubby, had gone there, too, so one night, when we all went out to a pub, EL showed up and tried to get into my good books. what can I say, I was bored, I was lonely, I had just broken up a previous relation, I was drunk and well, he was there. so I went home with him. it was a disaster. he tried to show off what a good little lad he was, but I'm not into sex as an olympic discipline. whatever it was he was trying to do there... it wasn't exactly my cup o'tea. 3 months later, he married some bird from way up north and that was that.
it amuses me. the thought of them bumping into one another out there, knowing each other and of each other... I know my sis had to refrain herself from jump-starting his memory about what a little fool he was when he was a bachelor...
it's a part of my life I kept supressed in a little box in the top locker of my memory. life's weird and the world is small.
EL used to have an unhealthy interest in me. I wouldn't give him the light of day, took the piss at him and generally let him know I didn't give a rat's arse. one night - I was working in a club behind the counter at the time - he got drunk (well, when didn't he?) and came up to me, asking if I'd accompany him home after my shift. I said nay. he started to beg. I said, well, maybe, but only if we wait untill everyone else has gone home, if noone sees me leave the place with him and if noone ever will find out. he was to keep his mouth shut about it, coz I found him way too awkward. yeah, I was a bitch. and yes, he was a masochist, if I've ever seen one. of course, that night I didn't go home with him. I called the bouncer down to my bar half an hour later, to collect EL and his mates to tell them their night was over. hehehehe
some months later, my sis and her hubby moved further north and I visited them loads. apparently, EL, being a workmate of sis-hubby, had gone there, too, so one night, when we all went out to a pub, EL showed up and tried to get into my good books. what can I say, I was bored, I was lonely, I had just broken up a previous relation, I was drunk and well, he was there. so I went home with him. it was a disaster. he tried to show off what a good little lad he was, but I'm not into sex as an olympic discipline. whatever it was he was trying to do there... it wasn't exactly my cup o'tea. 3 months later, he married some bird from way up north and that was that.
it amuses me. the thought of them bumping into one another out there, knowing each other and of each other... I know my sis had to refrain herself from jump-starting his memory about what a little fool he was when he was a bachelor...
it's a part of my life I kept supressed in a little box in the top locker of my memory. life's weird and the world is small.
posted by daria l'orange at 2:45 pm
3 Comments:
i used to have jerk magnet too. all jerks would magically find me out and pursue me. just jerks though.
jerks get married first too. usually, to other jerks.
yes, it would seem so, eh? it sometimes makes me wonder, though. if I'm doing something wrong there. the old vicious cycle of questions I can never answer.
no you are not doing anything wrong. the whole point of being a jerk is to choose and pursue the wrong people. he was just doing his job.
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