"Oh I don't drive, I can't afford to run a car, pay the rent AND save for travelling at the same time."
"Saturday I'll be working overtime, you know, to pay for travelling."
"I'm not sure what I want to be. I just want to go travelling and hope I find my way during that."
"Oh I'm just eating meatballs and pasta. Your steak sounds lovely. I wish I could afford steak, but I'm saving to go travelling."
Granted, I should tell this poor girl I'm really not looking for anything serious right now. I should probably do that soon. I guess sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind and I need to let her know where I stand as soon as possible.
Plus she is freakishly tall. I'm maybe 6'2", and she is at least the same height as me. I could never date someone taller than me. I like a girl I can throw around abit in the bedroom, usually someone quite short and spritey.
I think if my friends and family knew some of the things I did with regards to saving, they would send me to a shrink. Here's a snippet. I have a budget of £1.50 for every evening meal I have. However, I like to keep this to around £1 a meal in case something unexpected comes up. I walk around Tesco working out in my head how much I have left to spend. I take a trip to Sainsbury's once a week just to pick up digestive biscuits because the pack is around 20% bigger than the equivalent packet in Tesco. Up until last week they cost 28p, but now they are 30p. I know that Tesco Value Baked Beans are fine, as long as you drain abit of the juice and add a blob of ketchup and mix it in. The Tesco Corned Beef Hash (5 for £4) is actually considerably nicer than the more expensive version, and I consider myself to be somewhat of a corned beef hash connoisseur. You cannot economise on toothpaste or hair products.
I also can't have the volume on the TV as an odd number. Unless it's a multiple of 5. Just saying.
So anyway, I'm going to try and not drink for the rest of July. I've drunk far too much over the last month and I have 83 days to get into 'naked butler' shape for Ella. I have Death Cab tomorrow which I can't wait for, although I worry Annie could completely ruin the whole experience with her incessant sulking and whining. We shall see. I'm hoping I wake up tomorrow morning with my 'optimistic' head on. And I'll wear my lucky boxers too. My shamrock boxers, seeing as I am Northern Irish. Primark. £1 in the sale. I'm classy like that.
I lied when I said I wasn't interested in anyone earlier. The cute foreign girl who works in the bakery stall in the Pentagon. I see her maybe once a week. She's a short funny little thing, maybe Polish, or Slovakian or something. Sean doesn't really see the appeal, but I think she's adorable. I imagine her name is Sara or Petra or something cute. Today Sean wasn't walking in with me (he was in Newcastle for a work meeting) so I was all alone, walking through the Pentagon. And there she is. Nobody around. And I bloody froze. You know in movies when there's that awkward nerdy guy that can't pluck up the courage to ask the girl out and everyone is thinking "Awww!!"... well this was NOTHING like that. It was savage and I am a sad, pathetic excuse for a man. I must have forgotten to put on my 'Barney Stinson' head this morning. It was the perfect opportunity to say hello, spark up a conversation, break the ice, but I just froze. Smooth.
A girl that can bake me Belgian Buns every morning, well, that's a keeper.
So I leave this post with a song. I think this is probably my favourite ever live performance, and love him or hate him, I urge you to watch this. Watch the video as well as listen to the song, because this is the song that nearly brought a fully-grown alpha male to tears. Nearly.
