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Dirty Laundry Diaries: Last Friday Night...

Last Friday Night...

After a long hiatus from this blog, I've decided to make my return but this time with a vengeance...lol!

So as part of my comeback, my blog has changed slightly a bit, same girl but different ish! (The vocabulary has become very colorful!)

So my weekend was too cold to freeze a.k.a chilled for my liking but I managed to get the amount of rest that my weary body deserved. So what happened last Friday night, other than playing the third wheel with my sister and her man? Nothing much!

But in line with the title of today's blog, I'll share what happened the last Friday of the last. These days I have ditched friends and have gone all family and that is how I roll. So my best friend who happens to be my younger sister, went out for our Friday drinks at our favourite spot in town. (Totally love the ambiance and the deejays are quite cute-one being hotter than the other and they play an amazing set of deep house music).

Before I go on, the only reason I am talking about this particular Friday because it involves the infamous, (don't know if I should own him) but my infamous "Mr X".

So we went to this upmarket restaurant-lounge to have our usual after work Friday drinks. We were hanging out, enjoying our drinks with a couple of friends who happened to be new to the place, so they were getting a feel of "our spot". I needed to use the rest room and my sister came along for her powder break. Little did I know, barely noticed that my "dearest" frenemy Mr X was around. My sister hinted the moment that we got to the rest room that he (Mr X), was right behind us going to the gents. Coincidence?

Anyhow, on our way back, I bump into him in the carnage on the doorway, but he ignored and gave me his back. At that moment, I couldn't really bothered. Spent the rest of the night  having my long islands (which I swear, I had enough to last me till Monday). Don't judge!

When it was time to leave I had to have my bathroom break well because, it's a long, long way home and I am not the one for public system clearing-get my drift. Oh yes, and then along came the big "spider" (Mr X); well he was sitting with his acquaintances and I believe that he threw a glance at me. My problem: Why wont he say hi?

I won't state the obvious about my mental state on Mr X, and of late I have refused to assume anything at all because "assumptions make an ass of you"- and I have obviously been an ass. I am only 4 foot 9 and couldn't harm even a fly even I tried to. Mr X and I had an unusual but very hurtful acquaintanceship especially on my part - but I am the one to blame and I have taken responsibility for my actions.


What I don't understand is when he 'seems' (assumption) to behave as if he wants to speak to me and he just doesn't - then why stand across my table all night and continuously throw glances at me? Or follow me to the bathroom (oh yeah it is a coincidence that our bladders are synchronized to want to pee at the same time? Really?). Yes that Friday made me ponder on a lot but also affirmed me that after visiting the land of "Pride", I will not be the so called "bigger man" and say hi! (although I confess, I itch to). But, with a man like Mr X, a woman would have to be 'uncommon' and if he really has any form of 'interest' in 'you'- business-wise, friendship, yadda, yadda, then he must be the one to approach. Honestly, a hi won't kill! I'm not deluded into assuming that a barricaded door will ever open; but for as long as we are living in the same city, likely hanging out in the same places and working in the same industry, it would be good if the awkwardness was not there. #Diplomacy

Mr X,"...Me and them other girls aint the same boo...I do things ol' school..."-the man is the first to approach, and the first to say hi. Just hi!

Funny enough I loved that Friday night and I would do it all again....AGAIN! Because those cocktails made my weekend.

As for Mr X...where's my espresso?

Yes, I'm back! What's up for this Friday? Will tell you when it's #TGIF!

P.S.: Always write your own love story

Ciao!
Lady E
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