Ice Ice Baby

Let me just start by saying I'm a little angry.

No, actually, I'm fuming.

Remember the post before last? The choices one? Remember the second choice? This one?

"Cute boy who is obviously not interested because he's not bothered calling or returning my call after our last 'encounter' but who I still really fancy vs Cute Boy whose signals I'm having trouble reading, who guessed my exact birthday (day & month) at the pub the other night and freaked both of us out"

Yeah. That one.

I saw the first so-called "cute boy" tonight. At the opening night of this man's show. Which, by the way was one of the funniest shows I've seen. Brilliant. Hilarious. Do yourself a favour, etc.

So anyway, first so-called "cute boy" was there tonight. He was there with a friend of mine who he's rehearsing a play with.

So-called "cute boy" totally iced me. Not once, but twice.

First time we were standing next to each other at the bar. I thought I'd be polite and say hello, so turned in his direction. He turned his back and walked away.

Ouch.

Second time, he walked past where I was standing talking to my flatmate and one of her work colleagues. I smiled as he walked past, thinking "maybe he didn't realise it was me at the bar before". Again, no acknowledgement.

Double ouch.

So this is my message to him. Because I know you read my blog.

I get the message mate. For whatever reason I cannot fathom and which you've chosen not to explain, you're obviously not interested. But instead of being a mature adult and just telling me that, you've chosen to pretend that I don't exist.

Which I think is just plain rude. In fact I think it's amazingly, obnoxiously rude not to even acknowledge me. Its not like we won't ever see each other again, we have mutual friends. And its not like I did anything bad to you or said anything bad about you. That I know of. Maybe I did. Maybe I did something awful to you and I'm being completely clueless. I don't know.

But you've got me stumped. No one has ever treated me like this before. I thought you were a decent person. Someone who could be a friend. But I don't want you as a friend... my friends are people who are thoughtful and kind and caring and polite. You're none of those things.

But as much as you obviously don't want to, you will see me again. Because some of my friends are also your friends. And some of those friends are in your play. And I will be coming to see that play, because I love my friends and I will be supporting them.

And unlike you, I will be polite and smile nicely and say hello to you when I see you. Because I have manners.

But underneath that politeness and sweet smile, rest assured that I will be mentally grabbing that ridiculous red headband you were wearing tonight and choking you with it.



That is all.