Tequila Triangle

-"Reality is an illusion caused by lack of alcohol"-

Actually, more like a pentagon. Let me try to summarise. I like Chappie. Chappie may or may not fancy me, but the fact remains, he has a girlfriend. Or at least his friends keep telling MY friends that he does.

No one, least of all Chappie, has told me.

So that’s 2 sides of my pentagon shaped romantic disaster.

Then there’s Lord. He liked me a lifetime ago … and may or may not still have feelings for me. I seriously doubt it though. I never had romantic feelings for him, though I will admit, it’s the first time I ever heard the words “I love you” from a guy. And he said it very sweetly too. So much so, I’ve never forgotten it.

So then Aoirish tells me she’s always kind of fancied him. Ever since I introduced them. However - it does seem he just likes her as a friend. But why then am I so tetchy when they hang out without me? Is it my psychotically jealous tendencies raising its ugly head(s)?

As CJ will tell you … Vixen doesn’t share friends. (You know, like Joey doesn’t share food?). I do have a possessive streak, and like I don’t like my peas touching my mash … I don’t like my friends mixing without me.

Or do I want Lord for myself?

Then there’s the Metro … who fancies Aoirish. BUT – surprise, surprise, the Metro has a girlfriend too. He doesn’t mind playing around with Aoirish, but at the end of the day, he is someone else’s boyfriend. You see why men are jerks? The BOTH of them – Chappie AND the Metro, told us, to our faces, POINT BLANK – did they not tell us they were SINGLE?

Did they not?! You are our witnesses!

Also available! (And could they please have our numbers so we could hang out more? Hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink …) I’m just waiting for the day Chappie admits it to me so I can sock it to him.

Sock it to him or jump him, I haven’t quite decided. (He is still lovely looking with bottomless brown eyes that scream of lust)

Remember how I was musing just how for us to have met two hot single young men in this day and at our age was just too good to be true?

Well, I was totally right. It was. Welcome to the wonderful world of Singletons.

DAMN it.

I think this has all culminated in on our recent Paddy’s night celebrations. At some point in the evening, I disappeared from the group with Chappie … but only to where his other friends were sat outside the bar, sharing a bottle. Nothing (unfortunately!) happened … but since we disappeared in the same direction … then returned, together, 2 hours later from the outside … people jumped to the natural conclusion.

I WISH! Not even a peck! (And before you condemn me for fancying another woman’s man, in a very Singaporean Slut-like manner – I HAD NO IDEA!)

In retrospect, I guess this is why he acted all detached and gave his attention to the group of skanks that were worshipping at his feet the minute we came back in. Me, drunken and rejected, couldn’t help but say the word “skank” one time too many, and one time too loudly.

How was I supposed to know they were good friends with Lord … and Lord’s best friend Bart’s cousins?

I actually really like Bart. As in totally platonically, and no, I honestly don’t fancy him at all. But I really enjoy talking to him. He, unlike the other boys, has no issues. He’s got a quiet confidence and inner strength that commands respect. He’s intelligent, with the sharpest wit and the easiest to get on with.

And now he probably hates me.

I think I’ve ruined things totally with the boys. Lord’s not talking to me. I haven’t heard from Bart since … and as for Chappie? Well last I saw him; he’d unceremoniously dumped me at my car at the end of that night …. I’ve not heard hide nor hair from them.

Damn alcohol!

- When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it, and hang on.-

Thomas Jefferson