Post-valentines blues.

So, here we are, February 15th, day after couples Christmas, and what a DAY yesterday was.

So, I get up in the morning and decide to make an effort with my appearance, I straighten the hair, style it a little (I swear to god, if someone tells me to 'tease' my fringe one more time, Imma kill) then don the collared shirt and waistcoat combo.

I leave he house lookin' GOOOOOOOOD and make my way to college. The sad thing is, I have no one to look good for, so the extra effort was pretty much wasted.

So, the plan was to hit on some sad, single and desperate chick

and hope for a good night (like I do most major holidays) but I could just not even be BOTHERED to do even that. This is the only day of the year EVERYONE can get laid, and I just drifted through it.

I think last year taught me not to get your hopes up when it comes to the opposite sex, because no matter what you think THEY think about you, it's almost definitely wrong. I think I have a habit of mis-understanding friendship to be something more. Oh well, lesson learned right?

So, when the day came to a close I went home, chilled out and had what remained of a bottle of Asti. I was pretty contented by myself, and I think I have finally come to peace with my broken heart...and just like that, I was over the girl I had been chasing since the start of 2010. I saw how happy she was with her other man, and I knew deep down I could never make her smile like that. I wish them both the best, I really do.

As I was about to get an early night however, I decided to check facebook (HABITUAL TEENAGER MUCH!) and I happened to see a status update that troubled me a little. It's just some girl I don't really know, but she was asking for someone to talk to. Against my better judgement I gave her a phonecall...and I've scored a date friday night. How about that? One door closes, another one opens and all that shit.

Just begging I'm not moving on too fast.