The end of Insults pt 2.
November 27th 2007 19:25
So, the beginning of this week has been even more interesting, making this a FUCKING TRILOGY.
To pick up where we left off, i had asked the basic question that every guy wants to ask a girl, 'come back to mine for a...bit?' But never get either the opportunity or courage to do so. I was far too drunk to worry about picking my moment or ruining my chances, i wanted to spend the night with her. No sex required, i like insults girl a hell of a lot, so getting to know her was a key thing. I went, i asked, she said yes. (Infact, she didn't say no straight away, which was good enough for me to drag her behind me to my house)
We got in quite late, and spoke to one of my sleeping flatmates (the Jewish one), who was completely asleep i might add. Then we went to my room and listened to music for 3 hours and chatted away. I was telling her a scary story about a film i'd watched, 'Welcome to the Jungle' (not the one with the Rock), a physically, soul destroying film that will leave your hands sweaty and shaking, and sleep? No sleep after watching that.
We cuddled for a bit as she was scared of said story. It was lovely and cozy.
...It was 4am when i went for a kiss...and got rejected.
The next 20 minutes were slightly awkward and she nearly left. Again, i simply dragged her back to cuddling position and we talked about what had just happened. I said i really liked her and that we get along so great that it might be a good thing for us to try and get closer.
If you find a girl like insults girl, whoever may be your comparison, take things slow, see how it goes. You'll not get many chances to get it right, and you have to play it perfectly. How do you play it perfectly? Good question, i don't think there's an answer. Please, answers on a postcard if you do know.
Unfortunatley, things did get worse. She mentioned in the morning (after 30 minutes sleep) that i shouldn't make an issue about all of this, and it was nice, but it wouldn't be happening again. My black, decaying heart was a little smashed. I knew straight away that she regretted it, and it was a mistake. Formally known as the cock-tease.
The cock-tease originated around the time cocks were invented. They go hand in hand...or not as the case may be. Stay AWAY from them. At all costs. Think of it like this, they KNOW you want it, and they have the choice (apart from when the man INSISTS and then usually gets sent to jail) to give it to you. They get a distinct pleasure from it infact. Get pleasure from sex, it's much better. But insults girl is that special, and i'll have to stick around, even if it's just to be her friend.
So anyway, from being closer to a girl than i have been for a very long time -- that i can't get enough of -- to her telling me that she isn't at all interested is...annoying. Of course, i stayed quiet and told her that i understood. I don't understand though. Not one fucking bit.
So that was that, i called her a taxi and she went on home. We spoke a few hours later about it all, and laughed about the night before. She also told me that her ex-boyfriend told her he still has feelings for her. I know she still adores him too.
My nickname is Carpet, and BOY OH BOY is this writer a sad Carpet. I'll gather my thoughts and write the 'final chapter' (although, i'm sure much more is to happen), within the week. Thanks for reading, comments always appreciated.
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