Word of Advice

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Don’t make out in your car in a private car park and get locked in so that you can’t get your car out.

Especially if your boyfriend has to run home, get a hammer and illegally break open the lock on a disused gate so you can get home.

And then don’t proceed to drive on the pedestrian path to get back onto the main road.

Definitely not cool. But it might will  reaffirm your faith that your boyfriend will do anything for you.

Tears As They Fall

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How can alcohol make someone such a cunt?!
I don’t care how you talk to me; whatever names you may call me – I’m used to it.
You have no right to talk to my brother like that. Disowned as your children again. It hurts me much more when I hear you talk to him like that. Sometimes I wonder what we must have done so wrong in a previous life to end up in this one. Hearing your baby brother cry himself to sleep is the worst thing thing in the world.

Be Over Already!

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Valentine’s Day. Just come and go already. What an overrated celebration. Since I have started this blog, my Valentine’s Day posts have been mainly me griping. You’d think that this year, what with me being in a relationship and all, I’d be all loved up and raring to go to celebrate the Holiday of Lurve. But I wish it was over already.

“Baba – are we celebrating Valentine’s? (I’m so romantic aren’t I?!). I mean, it doesn’t need to be Valentine’s Day for me to take you out, buy you a gift or a card. Do I have to buy you a card?”

And my boyfriend is so understanding in that he said it was up to me what I wanted to do. Because I really don’t need him to do all of this.

I walked into a well-known card shop the other day with the thought of buying him a card but I was sooooo overwhelmed. I mean, do I get him lovey-dovey/cute/funny/cheeky – the choice is endless. And do I get boyfriend/be my Valentine/one I love… There are soooo many ways I could offend or scare the poor guy.

So to all those that are single and not celebrating, I’m a little envious because Valentine’s Day scares the crap out of me.

Happy Birthday Baba

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Today is your birthday. And I had planned a beautiful romantic trip to Geneva for you. I had even organised a cake (chocolate) to be waiting in the room when we arrived at the hotel. As far as gifts from girlfriends go, I had put so much thought and effort into this. (Because you’d said that the next time you went to Geneva you wanted to go with me!)

I know things are tough right now – the only boy in an Asian family means you have responsibilities. Especially when it comes to organising (one of your three) sister’s wedding. So when you told me you couldn’t come with me today, I was upset. But I understood. Or at least I tried. I tried so hard to be the understanding girlfriend that society deems is what keeps a man around.

And I don’t have a back up plan. Which is my own fault. I’m hoping that I am able to see you tonight. To at least give you the card and small gift which seems to pale in comparison now. But even that looks unlikely.

So whilst I realise you are busy and things are tough for you, I hope you realise that I did try.

Happy Birthday Baba. x

Gush

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I’m going by number 3. here!

I am not much of a gusher. As in I’ve never had much to gush about but lately it seems that that is all I do. I gush. I gush and gush and gush. And smile when I do it. The biggest smile ever! The boyfriend and I are doing OK. We had a little bit of a rough patch (already?! you may ask) but we hadn’t seen each other for 10 days and he was missing me (or so he says). And it’s difficult being in a “secret relationship from your family” and thinking of excuses to be out of the house as often as he’d like me to be. When B lived around the corner, it was handy but she lives 200 miles away now. :( I can hardly justify “just popping out to see B”!

But we made time to spend the weekend (just gone) together. And we went to Brighton. I love the seaside. Especially a good old British seaside. With arcades, rides, fish and chips, candy floss and all other things that make a quintessential trip to a British seaside. He arrived at the station looking all sexy and all the awkwardness that I’d felt whilst “fighting” just melted away. The train journey was uneventful. There was a lot of just staring at each other and holding hands and lots of little light kisses – the ones that trigger an infinite amount of emotion. I was constantly staring at him wondering why this guy was interested in me.

Brighton was romantic. I had been there before previously with S – there are always going to be comparisons. I guess that come with being emotionally broken – baggage. But my previous trip didn’t even compare. I had been asking Baba* to me candy floss for a while so here he had the perfect opportunity and I didn’t even have to ask. Constantly telling me I’m beautiful. Having a drink and letting him guide me home as I felt the effect of all those Jagerbombs. And making sure I ate. And holding my hand. And telling me I’m beautiful. And the things that I’ve not had the chance to appreciate in a long long time.

He’s had a stressful time lately – trying to get his sister married. Tuesday night, he came with the good news that they’ve fixed a date for the engagement. We sat in my car for what can’t have been more than an hour. Him just talking and me just listening. Holding his hand. I am over affectionate. I can’t help myself. With people I love. I am always stroking or cuddling or in Baba’s case – kissing. His cheek, his nose, his forehead, his hand and sometimes (though only sometimes!) his lips. He told me that he’s got so used to this that if I ever stop, he’ll get very angry! I came to work the following morning and my answer phone was flashing. NOBODY ever calls me at work. EVER. Let alone leave a message. As I checked the missed call, I saw his number and the time (a little after midnight) and automatically assumed he was drunk. But in fact he wasn’t. “Good morning baby. Just wanted to say that I hope you have a nice day, try not to work too hard and I’ll see you later tonight. Love you.” The smile that I had etched on my face when I was listening and for the rest of the day is not even describe-able (is this a word?!). And now we are at last night.

“I want you to meet one of my friends” Oh shit. “And I want you to look sexy” So I don’t usually?! WTF? I spent about half an hour deciding what to wear. I couldn’t wear jeans – I wanted to make somewhat of a feminine impression! And his friend bought me flowers – he really shouldn’t have but it was such a sweet gesture. Apparently all Baba does is talk about me. And how I make him happy. In the restaurant, both were perfect gentlemen. The waitress took a shine to Baba. He’s such a charmer and she did tell him to come back when he’s in even more of a party mood. Even managing to drop in the days that she works! The conversation was easy and I’m hoping his friend likes me. Dropping his friend home after the meal, Baba comes back. We sit in the car and he takes my hand and tells me loves me. That he’ll look after me. The amount of affection and emotion he shows me is overwhelming.

Every time I see him, he takes another piece of my heart. The heart that was broken into so many pieces. And he’s putting it back together. He doesn’t know this. But he is.

 *Baba – because that’s what I call him. And calling him “The boyfriend” doesn’t really do him justice.