That is it! That is fucking it.
You know how when you buy a car/pram/get pregnant/cut your hair, then you suddenly notice that everyone around you has the same car/pram/is up the duff/has longer hair than you, well it's all about building themes in your head. Ky, for example, has the theme of traffic in his head, thanks to The Traffic Club, so that even less than obvious traffic related sights (my red tracksuit bottoms = red = Rhonda red = Rhonda Red says Stop! when you see a car), will lead him to conclude "It's all about traffic."
Well my theme is not all about traffic. My theme is, how comes, everyone else has men falling for them except for me? Now, don't get me wrong. I most certainly want to be single. But it would be nice to have the choice. You know, turn a few men down. A few recent examples follow...
My sister; buggering off to spend 6 months abroad to be with her bloke after being single for about five minutes
My cousin; she hasn't EVEN managed to get the ex to move out yet and already found the next victim
My friend; recently single with three kids and I can't even manage a short conversation with her without her mobile going off every minute with dirty texts from various blokes
My friend's friend; has four kids, having an affair with her lodger, so that's two on the go
My aunt; In her sixties, with bloke, in his forties
And the last straw was when I bumped into Miss "Blokes keep asking me out but I'm just not interested at the moment", who has a daughter from her relationship to her ex, my cousin. I did hear through the grapevine that she had started seeing her best mate's son who is considerably younger than her, but this afternoon, there she was strolling down the road with him pushing the pram, and he is BLOODY GORGEOUS!!! Why not me? Why didn't he want to push my pram? Why didn't he ask me out so that I could turn him down?
Ok, I'm over it now. Let's change the theme. How comes everyone else has started dyeing their hair red since I did? And achieved a better result? For fucks sake...
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
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2 comments:
Just to let you know... i'm not thinking about dying my hair red.
Love, Sis
ps. Its because we give men a chance, whereas you don't. The scottish man at the festival? He loved you... you could've been living on an oil rig by now!
Oh I forgot about him. But it was very dark and he was very drunk. And I really could not understand a word he was saying. But a memory worth keeping at times of despair and loneliness, thanks.
ps. I'm not surprised you don't want to dye your hair red, after nearly burning my scalp to shreds, I should think that would be enough to put you off.
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