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Rotten fruit and vegetable on standby, boyos, after this you may feel the urge to hurl it at me.
Started work back in January, right away I thought "Oh yes." at the sight of four of the ladies in my team. To cut a VERY long story short (I typed it all out and it's bloody huge, so I'm doing you a favour and summing 400 words up in one sentence) I got moved next to two girls I liked, a 17 year old brunette called Donya (I think the name's Italian) and a 17 year old brunette called Noreen (who is, quite frankly, stunning) Donya was snatched by someone from another team (not that I was getting anywhere with her, after a great start things went downhill quicker than a curry through a drunk's intestines, in fact at one point she really hated me after I jokingly called her a skank) and Noreen was/is off almost every day.
So, defeated, Andrew (my mate there who's only 16 years old) and myself sit back and think. With Donya with a pretty boy called Brett and Noreen hardly ever in, who would get our attention? Then my evil manager helps me out again. Again by moving me. The day time staff (we go in and use "their" desks after they go home each day) complained about some of the people on our team, so our manager shifted some of us around (basically mixing the hard working people in with the less than hard working people)
I ended up next to my mate Andrew and he was sat right next to one of the other ladies I'd liked from the start but never got a chance to talk to, a 19 year old brunette called Catherine. Officially, we were there to "babysit" the younger members, but in reality Catherine and I talk just as much as the under 18s we were sent to watch over.
And here's where it's weird. She obviously doesn't like being sat where she is. She was moved away from the people she'd been getting to know for over a month and had become friends with. Me? I was moved away from my overbearing manager and two girls I had no chance with and next to my friends, so I was happy. Catherine gets on with us, we have a laugh and talk about old TV shows like Round The Bend, Pob, Playdays and Trapdoor (most of which Andrew is too young to remember, that makes me feel REALLY old) but she's sat between two under 18s, one on either side, then back to back with me and another girl. Where she WAS sat, the people were her age and weren't complete morons.
Andrew really likes Catherine, and everyone on the team knows it. With Andrew and Donya and myself when we went for our breaks, I was the one who talked too much and made a fool of myself and he was the quieter one. With Catherine, he just can't shut the hell up and it's me she has actual conversations with. With each passing day, I find myself falling for her more and more, but at the smallest opportunity she'll go back to her old seat to talk to this big bloke called Phil she admits she fancies and her friend (a 19 year old brunette with a Manchester accent called Lianne, the last of the ladies I like) And I blame this on Andrew. Because I'm an evil person. He's only 16, so I can understand it in a way, especially since I've been just as bad as him in the past, but he really won't shut up. Constantly making bad jokes and talking about absolute bollards to the point where she BEGS him to shut up. And me? I use this to my advantage, being the backstabber I am. I mock him for it, which gets me in favour with her. Of course it's all a big joke, it's just messing on, but I'll belittle him at every opportunity. So in a way I'm using my friend to try and get in with her. And that makes me scum. Sometimes it gets to the point where I'll stop talking to him for fear of wasting my good stories and jokes, saving them for when I'm talking to her or the rest of the people sat with us. While I'm telling him "Don't give up, you might get in there." I'm secretly planning how to beat him to it. Some friend I am.
So on it goes. Every day it's like a competition between Andrew and myself over who can impress her the most. Sometimes I hate myself for it, other times I go into full Dick Dastardly mode. Because at the end of the day, I get on better with her. Andrew talks so much it even gets on MY nerves sometimes, whereas she's basically the female version of me (as scary as that sounds) The one day Andrew was off things went really well between the two of us, but the rest of the time I can barely get two sentences in.
So what's the point of this post? It has none, I'm just getting it off my chest. In the three months I've worked there I've gone through a stage of really liking three different girls, each time thinking they were "the one" (and not in a kung fu, never smile, get your eyes burnt out way) before realising it was hopeless with the first two and, by fate, moving on to the next one. So, yeah, I'm total scum. Abusing my friendship with someone to try and get in with a girl I barely know, but feel a real connection with. And for what? She regularly tells me about her ex boyfriend, and she obviously likes this Phil kid... but I'm still willing to try.
Get the tomatoes ready, lads, I'm in need of a public splattering.
Started work back in January, right away I thought "Oh yes." at the sight of four of the ladies in my team. To cut a VERY long story short (I typed it all out and it's bloody huge, so I'm doing you a favour and summing 400 words up in one sentence) I got moved next to two girls I liked, a 17 year old brunette called Donya (I think the name's Italian) and a 17 year old brunette called Noreen (who is, quite frankly, stunning) Donya was snatched by someone from another team (not that I was getting anywhere with her, after a great start things went downhill quicker than a curry through a drunk's intestines, in fact at one point she really hated me after I jokingly called her a skank) and Noreen was/is off almost every day.
So, defeated, Andrew (my mate there who's only 16 years old) and myself sit back and think. With Donya with a pretty boy called Brett and Noreen hardly ever in, who would get our attention? Then my evil manager helps me out again. Again by moving me. The day time staff (we go in and use "their" desks after they go home each day) complained about some of the people on our team, so our manager shifted some of us around (basically mixing the hard working people in with the less than hard working people)
I ended up next to my mate Andrew and he was sat right next to one of the other ladies I'd liked from the start but never got a chance to talk to, a 19 year old brunette called Catherine. Officially, we were there to "babysit" the younger members, but in reality Catherine and I talk just as much as the under 18s we were sent to watch over.
And here's where it's weird. She obviously doesn't like being sat where she is. She was moved away from the people she'd been getting to know for over a month and had become friends with. Me? I was moved away from my overbearing manager and two girls I had no chance with and next to my friends, so I was happy. Catherine gets on with us, we have a laugh and talk about old TV shows like Round The Bend, Pob, Playdays and Trapdoor (most of which Andrew is too young to remember, that makes me feel REALLY old) but she's sat between two under 18s, one on either side, then back to back with me and another girl. Where she WAS sat, the people were her age and weren't complete morons.
Andrew really likes Catherine, and everyone on the team knows it. With Andrew and Donya and myself when we went for our breaks, I was the one who talked too much and made a fool of myself and he was the quieter one. With Catherine, he just can't shut the hell up and it's me she has actual conversations with. With each passing day, I find myself falling for her more and more, but at the smallest opportunity she'll go back to her old seat to talk to this big bloke called Phil she admits she fancies and her friend (a 19 year old brunette with a Manchester accent called Lianne, the last of the ladies I like) And I blame this on Andrew. Because I'm an evil person. He's only 16, so I can understand it in a way, especially since I've been just as bad as him in the past, but he really won't shut up. Constantly making bad jokes and talking about absolute bollards to the point where she BEGS him to shut up. And me? I use this to my advantage, being the backstabber I am. I mock him for it, which gets me in favour with her. Of course it's all a big joke, it's just messing on, but I'll belittle him at every opportunity. So in a way I'm using my friend to try and get in with her. And that makes me scum. Sometimes it gets to the point where I'll stop talking to him for fear of wasting my good stories and jokes, saving them for when I'm talking to her or the rest of the people sat with us. While I'm telling him "Don't give up, you might get in there." I'm secretly planning how to beat him to it. Some friend I am.
So on it goes. Every day it's like a competition between Andrew and myself over who can impress her the most. Sometimes I hate myself for it, other times I go into full Dick Dastardly mode. Because at the end of the day, I get on better with her. Andrew talks so much it even gets on MY nerves sometimes, whereas she's basically the female version of me (as scary as that sounds) The one day Andrew was off things went really well between the two of us, but the rest of the time I can barely get two sentences in.
So what's the point of this post? It has none, I'm just getting it off my chest. In the three months I've worked there I've gone through a stage of really liking three different girls, each time thinking they were "the one" (and not in a kung fu, never smile, get your eyes burnt out way) before realising it was hopeless with the first two and, by fate, moving on to the next one. So, yeah, I'm total scum. Abusing my friendship with someone to try and get in with a girl I barely know, but feel a real connection with. And for what? She regularly tells me about her ex boyfriend, and she obviously likes this Phil kid... but I'm still willing to try.
Get the tomatoes ready, lads, I'm in need of a public splattering.
~Darling~ wrote:
> Andrew should take it like a man, all fair in love and war after
> all!!
>
> And why would she like the big dude Phil over you? c'mon? (ask her on
> a date)
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He knows I like her, but I tell him I'm trying to help him when, in fact, I'm making things worse and putting myself over on the side.
This big dude Phil is like 23 or something, and he's big. I don't know any more than that since, as the rules go, anyone and everyone who could be competition is instantly a dick and is to be hated.
And Snuggly, you know I love the bumsecks!!!1111omg!!!111
> Andrew should take it like a man, all fair in love and war after
> all!!
>
> And why would she like the big dude Phil over you? c'mon? (ask her on
> a date)
--------
He knows I like her, but I tell him I'm trying to help him when, in fact, I'm making things worse and putting myself over on the side.
This big dude Phil is like 23 or something, and he's big. I don't know any more than that since, as the rules go, anyone and everyone who could be competition is instantly a dick and is to be hated.
And Snuggly, you know I love the bumsecks!!!1111omg!!!111
I think you need to face up to the fact that you're both gay, and you and Stephen love each other and love the bumsex.
Andrew should take it like a man, all fair in love and war after all!!
And why would she like the big dude Phil over you? c'mon? (ask her on a date)
And why would she like the big dude Phil over you? c'mon? (ask her on a date)
We all know what we should and shouldn't do, but once you're in there you find yourself... you know, thinking a different way, no matter how ashamed you feel afterwards...
At the end of the day, if you're going to get with this girl then Andrew's going to find out sooner or later.
I'd basically admit to him (besides, he's probably already noticed), that you're sort of for her as well and see what he says. He might say "game on" which'll mean status quo, only you won't be going behind his back no more, or "no go" in which case you'd have to choose between the two.
That was the agony aunt version ;-D, but if you're anything like me, in the real world you'll just carry on with the half friend/half-backstabber, sort of going for the girl but not QUITE until either the group breaks up again, she goes off with someone else (neither of you two! :-D) or something else.
It'll all fizzle over and whatever you're feeling now, it'll be hard to remember after 6 months or so. :-D
You're right as in it's bad what you're doing... but everyone must've been there, and it's not quite as bad as the hypocracy for someone who condemns you for it.
At the end of the day, if you're going to get with this girl then Andrew's going to find out sooner or later.
I'd basically admit to him (besides, he's probably already noticed), that you're sort of for her as well and see what he says. He might say "game on" which'll mean status quo, only you won't be going behind his back no more, or "no go" in which case you'd have to choose between the two.
That was the agony aunt version ;-D, but if you're anything like me, in the real world you'll just carry on with the half friend/half-backstabber, sort of going for the girl but not QUITE until either the group breaks up again, she goes off with someone else (neither of you two! :-D) or something else.
It'll all fizzle over and whatever you're feeling now, it'll be hard to remember after 6 months or so. :-D
You're right as in it's bad what you're doing... but everyone must've been there, and it's not quite as bad as the hypocracy for someone who condemns you for it.
I dont think any less of you for it, Andrew should take your mocking on board and pull himself together.
Just edit the post and leave it blank, don't let other people read this - they'll say bad names.
Rotten fruit and vegetable on standby, boyos, after this you may feel the urge to hurl it at me.
Started work back in January, right away I thought "Oh yes." at the sight of four of the ladies in my team. To cut a VERY long story short (I typed it all out and it's bloody huge, so I'm doing you a favour and summing 400 words up in one sentence) I got moved next to two girls I liked, a 17 year old brunette called Donya (I think the name's Italian) and a 17 year old brunette called Noreen (who is, quite frankly, stunning) Donya was snatched by someone from another team (not that I was getting anywhere with her, after a great start things went downhill quicker than a curry through a drunk's intestines, in fact at one point she really hated me after I jokingly called her a skank) and Noreen was/is off almost every day.
So, defeated, Andrew (my mate there who's only 16 years old) and myself sit back and think. With Donya with a pretty boy called Brett and Noreen hardly ever in, who would get our attention? Then my evil manager helps me out again. Again by moving me. The day time staff (we go in and use "their" desks after they go home each day) complained about some of the people on our team, so our manager shifted some of us around (basically mixing the hard working people in with the less than hard working people)
I ended up next to my mate Andrew and he was sat right next to one of the other ladies I'd liked from the start but never got a chance to talk to, a 19 year old brunette called Catherine. Officially, we were there to "babysit" the younger members, but in reality Catherine and I talk just as much as the under 18s we were sent to watch over.
And here's where it's weird. She obviously doesn't like being sat where she is. She was moved away from the people she'd been getting to know for over a month and had become friends with. Me? I was moved away from my overbearing manager and two girls I had no chance with and next to my friends, so I was happy. Catherine gets on with us, we have a laugh and talk about old TV shows like Round The Bend, Pob, Playdays and Trapdoor (most of which Andrew is too young to remember, that makes me feel REALLY old) but she's sat between two under 18s, one on either side, then back to back with me and another girl. Where she WAS sat, the people were her age and weren't complete morons.
Andrew really likes Catherine, and everyone on the team knows it. With Andrew and Donya and myself when we went for our breaks, I was the one who talked too much and made a fool of myself and he was the quieter one. With Catherine, he just can't shut the hell up and it's me she has actual conversations with. With each passing day, I find myself falling for her more and more, but at the smallest opportunity she'll go back to her old seat to talk to this big bloke called Phil she admits she fancies and her friend (a 19 year old brunette with a Manchester accent called Lianne, the last of the ladies I like) And I blame this on Andrew. Because I'm an evil person. He's only 16, so I can understand it in a way, especially since I've been just as bad as him in the past, but he really won't shut up. Constantly making bad jokes and talking about absolute bollards to the point where she BEGS him to shut up. And me? I use this to my advantage, being the backstabber I am. I mock him for it, which gets me in favour with her. Of course it's all a big joke, it's just messing on, but I'll belittle him at every opportunity. So in a way I'm using my friend to try and get in with her. And that makes me scum. Sometimes it gets to the point where I'll stop talking to him for fear of wasting my good stories and jokes, saving them for when I'm talking to her or the rest of the people sat with us. While I'm telling him "Don't give up, you might get in there." I'm secretly planning how to beat him to it. Some friend I am.
So on it goes. Every day it's like a competition between Andrew and myself over who can impress her the most. Sometimes I hate myself for it, other times I go into full Dick Dastardly mode. Because at the end of the day, I get on better with her. Andrew talks so much it even gets on MY nerves sometimes, whereas she's basically the female version of me (as scary as that sounds) The one day Andrew was off things went really well between the two of us, but the rest of the time I can barely get two sentences in.
So what's the point of this post? It has none, I'm just getting it off my chest. In the three months I've worked there I've gone through a stage of really liking three different girls, each time thinking they were "the one" (and not in a kung fu, never smile, get your eyes burnt out way) before realising it was hopeless with the first two and, by fate, moving on to the next one. So, yeah, I'm total scum. Abusing my friendship with someone to try and get in with a girl I barely know, but feel a real connection with. And for what? She regularly tells me about her ex boyfriend, and she obviously likes this Phil kid... but I'm still willing to try.
Get the tomatoes ready, lads, I'm in need of a public splattering.
Started work back in January, right away I thought "Oh yes." at the sight of four of the ladies in my team. To cut a VERY long story short (I typed it all out and it's bloody huge, so I'm doing you a favour and summing 400 words up in one sentence) I got moved next to two girls I liked, a 17 year old brunette called Donya (I think the name's Italian) and a 17 year old brunette called Noreen (who is, quite frankly, stunning) Donya was snatched by someone from another team (not that I was getting anywhere with her, after a great start things went downhill quicker than a curry through a drunk's intestines, in fact at one point she really hated me after I jokingly called her a skank) and Noreen was/is off almost every day.
So, defeated, Andrew (my mate there who's only 16 years old) and myself sit back and think. With Donya with a pretty boy called Brett and Noreen hardly ever in, who would get our attention? Then my evil manager helps me out again. Again by moving me. The day time staff (we go in and use "their" desks after they go home each day) complained about some of the people on our team, so our manager shifted some of us around (basically mixing the hard working people in with the less than hard working people)
I ended up next to my mate Andrew and he was sat right next to one of the other ladies I'd liked from the start but never got a chance to talk to, a 19 year old brunette called Catherine. Officially, we were there to "babysit" the younger members, but in reality Catherine and I talk just as much as the under 18s we were sent to watch over.
And here's where it's weird. She obviously doesn't like being sat where she is. She was moved away from the people she'd been getting to know for over a month and had become friends with. Me? I was moved away from my overbearing manager and two girls I had no chance with and next to my friends, so I was happy. Catherine gets on with us, we have a laugh and talk about old TV shows like Round The Bend, Pob, Playdays and Trapdoor (most of which Andrew is too young to remember, that makes me feel REALLY old) but she's sat between two under 18s, one on either side, then back to back with me and another girl. Where she WAS sat, the people were her age and weren't complete morons.
Andrew really likes Catherine, and everyone on the team knows it. With Andrew and Donya and myself when we went for our breaks, I was the one who talked too much and made a fool of myself and he was the quieter one. With Catherine, he just can't shut the hell up and it's me she has actual conversations with. With each passing day, I find myself falling for her more and more, but at the smallest opportunity she'll go back to her old seat to talk to this big bloke called Phil she admits she fancies and her friend (a 19 year old brunette with a Manchester accent called Lianne, the last of the ladies I like) And I blame this on Andrew. Because I'm an evil person. He's only 16, so I can understand it in a way, especially since I've been just as bad as him in the past, but he really won't shut up. Constantly making bad jokes and talking about absolute bollards to the point where she BEGS him to shut up. And me? I use this to my advantage, being the backstabber I am. I mock him for it, which gets me in favour with her. Of course it's all a big joke, it's just messing on, but I'll belittle him at every opportunity. So in a way I'm using my friend to try and get in with her. And that makes me scum. Sometimes it gets to the point where I'll stop talking to him for fear of wasting my good stories and jokes, saving them for when I'm talking to her or the rest of the people sat with us. While I'm telling him "Don't give up, you might get in there." I'm secretly planning how to beat him to it. Some friend I am.
So on it goes. Every day it's like a competition between Andrew and myself over who can impress her the most. Sometimes I hate myself for it, other times I go into full Dick Dastardly mode. Because at the end of the day, I get on better with her. Andrew talks so much it even gets on MY nerves sometimes, whereas she's basically the female version of me (as scary as that sounds) The one day Andrew was off things went really well between the two of us, but the rest of the time I can barely get two sentences in.
So what's the point of this post? It has none, I'm just getting it off my chest. In the three months I've worked there I've gone through a stage of really liking three different girls, each time thinking they were "the one" (and not in a kung fu, never smile, get your eyes burnt out way) before realising it was hopeless with the first two and, by fate, moving on to the next one. So, yeah, I'm total scum. Abusing my friendship with someone to try and get in with a girl I barely know, but feel a real connection with. And for what? She regularly tells me about her ex boyfriend, and she obviously likes this Phil kid... but I'm still willing to try.
Get the tomatoes ready, lads, I'm in need of a public splattering.