The Tales of Mr. Bingley part 1

I feel like I owe you guys an explanation of what exactly happened to Mr. Bingley after I stopped blogging for a bit. The last bit you got from me and him was the money throwing part (which you can read back here), which was basically almost a year ago; so there’s a lot of gaps in the storyline to fill up. I will try to keep it short. Ha who am I kidding?

After the money throwing incident there was the Christmas social in which I was dressed up as an elf. Mr. Bingley and I left pretty early and went back to mine, once again we kissed but nothing really happened. I’m not sure why this kept happening, because I do believe we both wanted to take things further but I guess we were both scared. At this point I quite started to like Mr. Bingley and as we said goodbye the next morning, for we wouldn’t see each other over the Christmas period I was genuinely a bit sad.

What happened after the Christmas break was a bit odd. Basically I did not see him for over two months. He stopped going out and we both were too proud to text each other. Oh and what I forgot to mention was that he basically “borrowed” my sport trackies and my favourite hoodie after the Christmas special and never gave it back. Thus that was quite annoying.

It must’ve been the end of March when I finally bumped into him again on a night out. At this point I decided that the best thing to do was to just ignore him, but when I got home I received a text from him asking if I was angry with him. My housemate jumped in and took the phone away from me. Somehow this resulted in a very badly worded drunk text from me (a.k.a. my housemate) asking him out on a date. I couldn’t quite cope with the very possible rejection that was about to come my way so I tossed my phone across the room and went to bed. The next morning I woke up to a message from Mr. Bingley. “I would like to go for drinks soon, if you still want to. How about Friday?” I accepted and the date was set.

That Friday I found myself incredibly ill. I wasn’t quite sure whether this was my body telling me it was an incredibly bad idea to go for drinks with him or whether it was just bad luck, but some higher dating god did not want us to be together because I received this message from him late that afternoon. “Can we have drinks another time? Just found out I shouldn’t have been driving my car since November because my MOT ran out and my tax ran out today. How about Monday?” 

My friends and I basically couldn’t stop laughing after that text and it became an inside joke. But seriously though? If you think you’ve been pied off badly, remember me, who’s date has been canceled because of an expired MOT. Seriously though. Anyway, I received the hint and didn’t really bother with him anymore. So I sent him the following reply: “To be honest I think neither one of us is really fuzzed about drinks, so let’s just leave it with this.”  To which he responded with a casual “Fair enough”.  I know I am clearly not an expert in relationships or human contact, but I do know that most people will go after what they really want and a ‘fair enough’ seemed like he was fine with my decision.

I would’ve been happy to leave it with that, because at that point I really didn’t care about the whole affair. However, it did not end there.

Stay golden my little ponyboys and stay strong my fellow awkward-turtles out there,

Yours truly, Maple.

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Just My Luck.

So, last Wednesday we had another social which didn’t go quite as planned. Like always there was a lot of alcohol involved and I don’t really want to get into it, but somehow I ended up flirting a lot with Mr. Bingley and eventually kissing him. Nothing very interesting apart form the fact that he somehow ended up getting back to mine. He lost his wallet and I did offer to take him home with the cab, but he clearly wanted to stay at mine, which I in turn didn’t particularly had a problem with. Some stupid cringy things were said from my part mostly because I was boozed and that’s when I say things I immediately regret. I also headbumped him 5 times and the firealarm continuously went off, so now, it wasn’t particularly romantic either. Anyhoo. Next morning, I woke up, noticed Mr. Bingley and freaked out for a moment. Luckily things didn’t get too awkward and we ended up cuddling and talking for quite a while. Not long after he got a taxi back to his house, preceded by VERY awkward goodbyes and I didn’t hear from him again.

The next day one of my friends from the team (Liz) asked me what happened with Mr. Bingley, because she had clearly saw us together so I explained to her that he stayed over but nothing had happened. As it happened, one of my other team mates was holding her phone as I was sending the message to Liz and it turned into a gossip between a couple of the girls. Quite unfortunate, but hey, nothing I could do about it.

Today I met up with Liz in town and as we were walking she casually mentioned that she overheard the girls saying that Mr. Bingley has a girlfriend. Apparently she assumed that I knew and caught me in total shock. No, I’m not devastated because I am crushing over him, because honestly I don’t really care. In that moment I just couldn’t believe that he could be so sneaky and I was very very disappointed in my own people-reading-skills. I’m not one to talk, because I did cheat on my boyfriend with HIM, however I was never sneaky about it and told my now ex-boyfriend straight away and broke up because to me that is clearly a sign that something is wrong. However, if there is nothing I hate more than liars and cheaters (in the way that they continuously do it behind their partner’s back, yes that might be hypocritical, but that is how I feel). So, long story short: I am going out tonight, forget about this whole thing and the next time I will see Mr. Bingley I will be very polite yet clear about the fact that I want no role in this whatsoever. I am disgusted. 

Stay golden my little ponyboys and stay strong my fellow awkward-turtles out there,

Yours truly, Maple.

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A busy week

Okay so you guys haven’t heard from me for a while. Don’t worry, it wasn’t for any exciting reason: it was because I am buried in uni work. However, apart from that I did manage to get myself into some awkward situations. So last week I had a streak of interesting nights out. The first night of the week I went out with my housemate who recently broke up with her boyfriend (we’ll name her Lena) and because I had to stupidly joke about “the fastest way to get over someone is to get under someone else” she has taken my advise very seriously. My bad. So it didn’t take long before she had found herself a nice lad and went home with him, without me knowing it. Basically I ended up dancing by myself or with a group of strangers for the rest of the night and seeing myself home at the end of it. The next day I  went out with my housemates instead of the varsity team because it was Lena’s birthday. So once arrived at the club I did spot my team and ran over to them to great them and there he was: Mr. Bingley. However, because I recently came to the conclusion that it wasn’t particularly going anywhere I decided to ignore him. Great choice. So instead of having normal conversations I fled every time he was coming near me.

Nevertheless I had a splendid evening until I lost all of my friends and ended up alone and confused. And then I ran into one of my course mates (and I feel that I have to mention that I barely show up to uni because of various reasons so I don’t really know any of my coursemates, but I did recognize him, for he is always the one who smiles at me). He seemed concerned and asked me what was wrong so I told him that I lost all my friends. But along with losing my friends I also lost my ability to behave and talk normal (alcohol does strange things to you), so as I was trying to leave with my dignity whilst putting my sweater on inside out he offered to take me home. I was endeared, really. But I also have to much pride, so I told him that I was fine and I took a cab home myself. Once at home, I received a text from Mr. Bingley, asking me why I didn’t come out with the varsity team. As a reply I sent back a streak of unidentifiable drunk texts, followed by my location (yes, facebook has this annoying location button that won’t stop leaving me alone) after which I fell into a coma.

Although I wanted to kill myself in the morning, I felt a little better for Mr. Bingley had replied and we started an actual normal conversation, which somehow ended quite abruptly though, soon after. Another night out arrived and because my body and my soul had given up, me and Ally decided to go home early and call it a night. The next day I discovered that I was unaware of about three upcoming assignments so I spent the following part of the week hiding behind my computer and books in the library. When I ran into my coursemate from the other night but like always, I was far too awkward to actually start a conversation or to thank him for the other night, so instead I nodded in acknowledgement.

Okay that’s about it, for now. 

Stay golden my little ponyboys and stay strong my fellow awkward-turtles out there,

Yours truly, Maple.

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Till there were none..

Here a little update from yours truly. These past couple of days have been.. hectic. To say the least. Somehow I have managed to go from three secret (secret as in I decided to hide them from the rest of the world) admirers to absolutely none. Quite impressive, I have to say. 

So, about a month ago I broke up with the only boy I have ever loved. Or man, if you will. I will not go into the dreadful details of it, but my decision was mainly based on the fact that I loved him in a way that was not appropriate for a girl of my age. I wasn’t so much ‘in love’ with him, I found, but loved him more deeply, like a friend or a brother. And I know about this horrendous trend called ‘friendzoning’, in which guys believe that they are being treated unjust by girls because the girls refuse to fall in love with them – however it was nothing like that, cause I literally pushed myself to fall in love. I knew that he was the kind of guy that I would marry. He was reliable, kind and handsome as well. But one cannot force love, apparently. 

As I once again was a single gal, the guys seemed to flock towards me for the first time in my life. There is this theory that people are somehow more attractive when they are actually in or just out of a relationship and I have seen this effect with my own eyes. It begun with Mr. Bingley, as I have mentioned him earlier. Basically what happened after that particular evening is some drunk texting back and forth: it didn’t mean much – mostly things like ‘you should have come out tonight’, because for some sort of reason we took turns of staying at home when the other person was going out, very effective. So it’s needless to say that that “affair” slowly bled out, which is probably for the best to be honest. 

Then there was this Spanish lad I met at a Halloween party. I had picked out the most slippery shoes I owned that night and fell down approximately twenty times. My new Spanish friend (we shall call him Juan) took care of me and surprisingly enough believed me every time when I assured him that I was only falling down because the floor was so slippery (which it was!) and not because I had gulped down a couple of whiskeys too much. Eventually Juan managed to get me home, stayed over and we had a very uneventful night as we both fell asleep straight away. The next day he came across as a generally nice guy so I decided to let my guard down and give him a chance. WRONG. He turned out to be an ordinary douchebag as he invited me multiple times to several different house parties or to come over to his house, to then not respond to any of my messages and leave me hanging. 

The final suitor showed up on another night out, because for some reason I am not capable of meeting nice people in the normal, daily live. I won’t even dedicate a paragraph to him, it’s sufficient to say that he was a mistake, for he couldn’t have been my type any less. Calling me “chick” and referring to himself as “us”, so I pied him off quite easily. 

So  there you have it. Once again forever alone. Not much of a surprise. 

Stay golden my little ponyboys and stay strong my fellow awkward-turtles out there,

Yours truly, Maple.