A Broad Abroad: The Agony & The Ecstasy
For starters, I’ll cut to the chase and get to the question everyone is asking: What’s the deal with Sexy Brazilian?
Well, shocker of shockers, he’s still around. It’s still nothing serious, and still confined to my house between the hours of 7:30am and whenever I can get him to wake up and leave for the day (did I mention he works at a restaurant until 7am?), but hey, it’s still fun and uncomplicated too. And I have to say, I LOVE getting texts that address me as “Princess” and “My Rose.” Sorry, feminism.
That hasn’t stopped me from starting to ponder the possibility of dipping my toes back in the dating pool. The only thing stopping me (besides Brazilian, of course) is the horror stories I hear from my other single pals. One friend, still licking her wounds after her not-that-great-in-the-first-place boyfriend decided to break up with her – and admit cheating – the day before she was due to fly back home after a long trip out of the country, managed to bounce back with a carefree makeout session with a fit young guy at a local bar. Even better, he even took her out on a date, which went well. Unfortunately, things went downhill, with plans getting rescheduled. But nothing could have prepared her for the two texts she got from him last weekend; they had planned to go out Saturday night. The first one, sent around 4am Saturday morning (!) went along the lines of “Can’t wait to see you, it’s been far too long.” The next one was sent around midday, and said, “Hey, sorry, but I’ve been so busy with work and don’t think it’s fair to see you when I know I can’t commit to anything right now.”
As the Brits would say, Cheeky sod! Needless to say, their Saturday night date did not pan out. The funny thing is, my friend was only looking for some rebound-style, no-strings-attached fun. What she got was the runaround from a self-important wanker.
I can’t be bothered with that kind of idiocy right now. Which is why I may have to keep things status quo with my south-of-the-border pal for a while. Not that I’m complaining.