I’ll start this rant with the good news. I got my first assignment back from my Sociology classes back a little over a week ago. I was quite surprised to find out I got a Distinction (78 marks) on it. Which sparked off a drinking spree that lasted a week (and then some, I’m still going!).

Anyway, I ran into the Male while I was celebrating. I seem to have developed a radar for him. I’d been out the back of the club, having a smoke and talking with my friends, when I randomly decided to go to the bar for another drink. Lo and behold, there’s the Male.

I spent most of the night on the recieving end of a highly flirty, touchy-feely male (who was slightly intoxicated). Around 1am, however, he disappeared. His best friend and I spent half an hour trying to find him, eventually giving him up as a lost cause. My friend and I drove back to my house, tired and bored (and really, really drunk if you were me).

As soon as we walked into my house, I started getting text messages from the Male. How he’d pay for my cab fare, come over to his place, I have chocolate and Stargate (I almost caved at that) etc, etc. I ended up staying at my house anyway, but he ignored me for two days afterwards.

Until he asked me what I was doing on Friday (working), then he showed up at my work just to say hi! The hell? The next week I was at work, not only did he buy me dinner, burn me the next installment of my favourite show (Stargate, in case you got confused) and drive me to work, he also picked me up afterwards. Now, this is the guy who has to get up at 6am at the latest for work, insisting he take me home at 12.30am even though I coulda caught a damn bus or something.

He’s driving me insane.

At least I’ve got my girlfriends to bitch and whinge at. They’re just as confused and righteously angry on my behalf.

Gotta love feminine solidarity.

-Tiph