Saturday, September 27, 2008
How does a bitter person write beautiful french?
So I’m supposed to be writing my French essay but it’s very difficult to create a beautiful piece of writing in the language of love when you are bitter, no not bitter, just pissed off. The reason for this anger is the very mature third year student, yes the one that puppy-trained me. I received an email requesting a time that he could come over for coffee and a chat (this is the fourth such request and none of the others happened) – but we are supposed to be playing the “lets be friends” card. Well I say 7pm because I know that after the visit I need to write my French essay. Now at dinner in a conversation with some res friends I am asked whether we were friends before we started dating. The answer is “no”. A chorus of warning travels my way that in this case being friends will not work. You see I’m quite a competitive person so in my mind I was like well that’s just you guys, I can accomplish this. I mean who has too many friends? Well that’s my thinking but then again quality is also better than quantity. So he never pitched and hasn’t smsed a explanation so I’m not quite sure what the hell is going on in his head and I just deleted his number because I feel like phoning him and giving him some training in politeness but I can hear Greg (the author of He’s just not that into you) explaining that he has a mother to shout at him. I know this is true but I wish his mother could start doing her job. Now I’m hating on a woman that doesn’t even live in the same country as me and that I’ve never met but I guess transference of anger is good. Well at least for my pride.
Labels: chat, coffee, french
Posted by Tough LOve at 12:31 PM