Cyle

A quiet normal life (as if!
2022-05-10 20:30:13 (UTC)

Firmly friendzoned

Showered, shaved and ready for the office tomorrow. Fortunately this week is flying and I need to get in to keep that going. 3 days in a row at home is not productive and I can’t have days dragging. That isn’t healthy.
Patrick’s birthday today. I gave him a ring earlier and he seemed to be in good form. His medication seems to be working and he seemed positive. The surgeon is happy with his knee and he seems focused on getting better. There’s a bit coming up for him with the communion and the 80th birthday party, but it’s not the end of the world if he misses both. 4 more years my man, 4 more years. I’ll ask no more.
2-1 to Liverpool with about 20 to go away at Villa. We aren’t winning the league at this stage, but momentum is important going into the 2 finals. Finishing with 3 trophies would be incredible. Even 2 would still be the culmination of a really fantastic season.
Work was ok and head is ok. That’s good enough.
I haven’t done a bio in absolutely ages, and as I have basically nothing else to write about, here is a few lines on Tracey.
Tracey and I met through the 2 guys (as always), and for a change, I had heard of her before she had heard of me.
Tracey is hardcore. She has been there, bought the t-shirt and gotten the tattoos. I met her first queueing outside a concert hall at stupid o’clock in the morning. I thought she was one of the rudest people I had ever met. She was aloof, snarky and disinterested. I realise in hindsight that the music was just so important to her, that any “Sunday drivers” were just not worthy of her time. Everyone she met had to be screened to see how serious they were. Where their commitment levels were at. If you passed the test she was a completely different person.
I’m mad about her now. She is smart, witty and cynical as fuck. Just my type. She doesn’t take herself half as seriously as people think she does. In private she can be really self deprecating and that’s just such an important personality trait. She can be a show off too, but to a forgivable level.
She’s hot. Trashy hot, but hot. Nice dresses look cheap on her and I much prefer her in punky, pleated tartan mini skirts and fishnet tights. Worn with a tight, spaghetti strap crop top, too much make up and messy hair. She used to die it pink which I loved, but even dirty blonde looks great on her. She reminds me so much of Amy. Same look, same vibe, same cynicism. I was crazy about Amy and I’m crazy about Tracey.
She doesn’t like me that way of course. She prefers me to most of the others, but she doesn’t think of me like that. I’m firmly friendzoned (god she’d hate that phrase).
I’ll see her in November but I got a little too excited about that in a previous message to her so she’s backed off a bit now and is being pretty uncommittal about what she’s doing. One platonic night of her all to myself would be enough.
She’s the ultimate millennial. Not just in her cynicism, but in her life situation. He has a decent job, but not enough to buy a place and it’s really uncertain how her life will go. I really hope she meets someone cool and is happy. She is adamant she doesn’t want kids, but I can see her travelling everywhere and being in one of those “fuck they’re cool” couples. We’ll see.
Our future? It’ll drift away. We’ve a big year ahead but after that we’ll be in contact sporadically and that’ll fade to nothing in time. I’m sure she’ll be onto me out of nowhere once in a blue moon, and I’m sure I’ll be glad to hear from her. That’ll be enough for me.
Slán go fóill.




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