smoothmoves

The Little Book of Smooth Moves
2002-01-29 10:28:53 (UTC)

Last night... she said...

So just after work last night I went straight round Emily's
for a cup of tea and a bit of a chat. She did actually
quit her job in the end, which was a good move; her
colleagues were being complete dicks. Speaking of which, I
was talking to Steph's mum about this and saying that I
couldn't believe fully-grown adults would do that kind of
thing, but Steph's mum (Hilary), who's probably seen this
all before, said that adults can be worse than kids because
they're just more subtle and bitchy.

Deary me.

Anyway, I'm at her house and her dad gets home, and within
a few minutes he broke the magic rule. Him and Ems argued
while I was there! That never happens! But it was all
good; one of those things that makes you feel a bit more at
home :)

I think her dad was a tad unimpressed with her quitting her
job, and Emily's point was that he didn't even know what
was going on at her work because her never listens to her.
Then there's the normal argument of "you never
listen" "that's because you never tell me anything" "that's
because you never listen in the first place".

Which reminded me how pointless arguing is.

So me and Ems went for a bit of a drive; didn't actually go
anywhere. Things seemed a bit strange with her, maybe cos
I was a tad tired, but she seemed really distant. Strange.

Anyway, I left Ems' house and went to drive home but as I
was driving I got in a really really shitty mood. I'd been
feeling a little bit that Emily and Steph didn't think as
much of me as I did of them. Because, although it sounds a
bit loserish, I really think the world of Steph and she's
pretty damn important to me. And I thought that she
couldn't possibly think the same about me. And also that
Emily didn't like me quite as much as I like her.

So there I am, being a muppet, and I think "aha I could go
round Steph's and get a big Steph hug and that'd fix
everything" so I texted her and asked her if she was busy.
It took ages to get a reply (cos for some reason there's
always a shitty delay on our text messages) so I was
driving home thinking to myself "for fuck's sake Steph's
never around and she's always too busy for me" and all
this. Which was pretty stupid and rude, especially cos I
get a text message right then saying something like "yeah I
have a heap of work but I'd love for you to come round".
So I do a big U-turn and head towards Steph's house. For
some reason I was crying then, because I'd been so rude and
thought that she didn't even want to see me, and then here
she is, asking me round even though she's got schoolwork to
do. Every time I doubt her, she'll always come back with
exactly the right thing to say or do. It's almost spooky.

Then I'm thinking "I really NEED a Steph-hug now, that
would make everything better". She'd sent a text message
just as I was driving over saying "please come over - i
reckon it's hug time all round.x." the little psychic.

So I came over, dried my tears just outside (I think I'd
been crying partly cos I realised how stupid I'd been and
partly at how good Steph is to me. In fact, I don't know
why I was crying, that's really strange.) and as soon as I
stepped in, I was all smiles and bouncy and happy. I gave
Hilary a hand with her computer work and had a bit of a
chat with Jo, then Steph came down and we had a cup of tea,
went up to her room and chatted about... stuff. I can't
remember, but it was nice just having her around.

Then as I'm about to go, I give her a big big hug and she
says to me "Pete-hugs make everything better".

And it was pretty much then that I realised that she feels
exactly the same about me as I do about her. I've never
had a mate this close, so she's pretty fucking important to
me. Then I got home and texted her; she writes back
with "blah blah blah... just being next2 u makes me happy,
sleep well" which is just exactly how I think about her.

It's pretty fucking supreme that I have the same effect on
her as she does on me.

All very sweet, I know, but it's damn smooth to have a
really close buddy like that. She's a really good
influence on me and makes a pretty big difference. And I
probably do the same to her. Which is smooth.

I was right actually, I'm turning into a complete girl.
The testosterone regime has started as of this morning,
though - I had a proper breakfast and I haven't beat the
meat at all. I really couldn't be arsed to do the running
out in the cold, cos to be fair that'd just be fucking
stupid. Unfortunately I lose a point because me mam made
my lunch for me (I would have stopped her, but I'm just too
fucking lazy). And I told my colleague how much weight
she'd lost (minus another point). Bollocks it's not going
well. But I'm slouching in my chair (plus one point) and I
didn't shave this morning (plus another point).

so I think I'm breaking even, which isn't too bad. I'm
going to have to make a joke about tits or lesbians or both.

I tell you what I could do (although it's a bit extreme) -
I could live in a tent for a week, relying on nothing but
my manly instincts to catch food. I could catch rabbits
with a spear or by throwing rocks. Then cook it on a
campfire.

That would be smooth.

Right, I'm off to research testosterone-boosting foodstuffs.

bye.




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