Women and phones. The two banes of my existence. Phone decided it wasn’t going to work on Monday so all week I’ve tried to fix it- going into the shop, asking my ever-resourceful dad, looking stuff up online. I left it with my dad to play with. As a result of the malfunction I lost touch with Baa Bar Girl, although not before she came around on Sunday last week.
Good sex. Neither of us reach orgasm though. I try not to get emotional about her: the whole thing is just sex, but her affection when I see her makes me feel so much better. I have a tendency to take her sarcastic tone a bit too seriously though.
And then my phone turned to an inoperable piece of junk.
We don’t really talk during the week, but I couldn’t tell if she had texted me or not. Today the phone appears to work again and I’ve re-imported my contacts. I first saved Baa Bar Girl’s number- when I met her- after I last synced my phone to my computer, though, so her number wasn’t saved on my PC. Eventually I realised I could look on my network provider’s website, and view my account, to see my recent calls. This pinned down her number. I texted her explaining I lost my numbers- this was an hour or so ago- and I’ve not heard back. Oh well.
In short, I should be shagging now, but I’m writing this. I also wanted to mention that 2 twin girls have added me on Facebook. I know them from a few house music nights. One of them has been chatting me up, the other, not so much. I went out to meet Twin 1 in Revolucion De Cuba this weekend, half-begrudgingly as I went to this bar on its opening night and it was a turd cheese-fest. But hey, I had to chase her up. Twin 1, though, was hanging around with some guy, so I talked to twin 2. I had to check it was definitely her. A lot of the time you can tell twins apart by some minor difference if you look closely- these two had stumped me. I had to ask her which one she was, but I’d guessed right- it was the one I hadn’t been Facebooking through the week.
“Twin 1 has been talking to you, hasn’t she?” She sucked her cocktail.
“I was a bit pissed off about that because she knew that I liked you.”
“I got the impression that you both had boyfriends. I’ve seen you in Atlas too, haven’t I?”
We talked a little more then she went to the ladies’ room with her sister. I was stood on my own like a twat, listening to horrendous music.
I realised eventually that the toilets were in a different part of the bar than I’d thought. They’d not gone into the toilets- they’d moved. I looked all over the fucking place looking for these girls. Nowhere to be found. So I left.
Twin 1 Facebooked me not long after I’d left asking me where I was. My enthusiasm had waned by this point, So I went to Milton Club but it was dead so I went home. Saturdays may be a more viable night for Milton, and more honest and trustworthy women might be a more appropriate type to go for.