Meet The Friends

It hasn't happened yet.

But telling R about it elicited a "You can't marry a non-Tamil!". And this was not said in a malicious or racist way but it made me think.

Friends

J has asked me to go out with him and his friends tomorrow night. I've said yes. But now I'm not so sure.

(Over analysis coming up!)

By meeting his friends, what does this signify in our "relationship"? Are we in one? Is it going that way? Does he want to know what his friends think of me if he decides that he's committing? What do I do? Our cultures are very different. If I decide to go with it because there are plenty of cross cultural relationships and ours could flourish and then it ends in heartbreak - is it worth it?

Betty

Betty. The first time I've mentioned a name on here. The thing that if any of my friends read will identify who I am. Not that I have been super anonymous or anything....

Betty may be on her deathbed and I am distraught. Following her accident, she came back looking just like she did before.


I was her first owner. The one who nourished her, looked after and cared to her every whim. No cost was too expensive for her. Whatever she needed she got.

I can't believe that it might end like this.

Last night, I actually cried. I know that seems silly but I've had her for 5 years. My beautiful beautiful car Betty.

It's not looking promising. Oil has mixed with water in the coolant bit (very technical!) and apparently my head gasket is cracked. It's not what I was hoping for. Having spoken to a few friends, it's going to cost me a bit to try and fix it; and if the damage is worse than anticipated, I may need a whole new engine!

People get attached to all kinds of things and for me, Betty is my saviour. When I needed solitude, when I needed space, when I needed to get from A to B; I could always depend on her.

What has surprised me through all of this is the response of my friends. All have been incredibly supportive - Betty is as much theirs as she is mine. She has been a money saver (no need for taxis after a late night out!), she has provided us with amusing stories with Cuban diplomats and all in all, we have had some good times in her.

But I have to make a special mention to A - he has been amazing! When I told him, his response was something like that of SWAT team. After his initial "NOOOOOOOOOOOO", he phoned his father in-law to be (who has his own garage) and explained the situation. The only thing being that if I take Betty there, it's halfway across London. But A called me last night and said that he had also spoken to someone he works with who might be able to fix it. When I told him I cried, he didn't laugh at me. And for someone who makes fun of me at any and every given opportunity, I was so impressed. But that wasn't just it.

He text me last night after we spoke with really rubbish (and politically incorrect) jokes and I replied that they had elicited a small smile (I'm really gutted!). To which he replied "Don't worry. We gonna get her fixed up."

And no matter what anyone tells me about him - I will love him always!

Three Weeks

I don't care how you feel about me or "us".

I miss our aimless banter.

I miss our pointless arguments.

I miss our random texts.

I miss being able to call you without it costing you a bomb.

I'm just looking forward to you coming home.

Language Barrier & Love Yous

I nearly made it two years. TWO whole years!

There I was this morning, singing along to the radio and waiting for the cars to pass so I could get a gap to pull out and *THUD*. "Bollocks!" is what I thought as I said it out loud! So close to work. I checked my review mirror and I see the front grill. This was not a car and as I get out of the car, I see a fuck off massive truck! I am not a confrontational person so I didn't get out ranting and raving.

Yes, that's right. I had a car accident this morning. With a ginormous lorry. I am so pissed off just at the inconvenience of it all. To top it all off, it wasn't a British trucker. It was a German trucker who didn't speak English, didn't understand English and looked completely bewildered! The back of my car is battered somewhat. The insurance company sent a recovery truck to pick the car up and take it to the garage. I can now tick "travel in a recovery truck" off my list of things to do before I'm 20 30 list.

I was at work for an hour before the truck came and brought me home. I managed to bring my work home though but have now developed some pain in my shoulders (delayed onset of whiplash maybe?) and I am going on my third date with J tonight (we're going bowling!).

And if that was not bad enough, to top it all off, as I was talking to my insurer on the telephone, I ended our conversation with "Thanks very much. Love you". I was aghast! I couldn't believe that I'd said that. So I apologised profusely and hung up very sheepishly!

The thing is - I only talk to a few people on the phone - mainly family, A, B and S. And I always say "Love you" at the end of conversation. Clearly I just got carried away!

Episodes with a MOP*

I think I have phases with this one.

Random episode last week:

MOP: And how are you doing? How’s everything going?
Me: *swoon* Yeah, it’s going good. I’m getting to grips with the system.
MOP: Have you been getting harassed on the communicator (internal version of msn messenger!) yet?
Me: *smiling ever so much* No, not yet. I don’t think people know who I am yet!
MOP: How can they not know who you are?! I’ll ping (message me on the communicator) you!
Me: *giggle like a love struck school girl* Thanks...

But then the other day I was listening to him and he does whinge like nobody’s business! It’s mad.

*MOP – Man of Power.

Time Again

That time of year again!

So happy birthday!!!








To me! :)