Will anyone ever understand how boys work? I'm totally in the dark when it comes to working them out.
For example, last night, Bambi and I had an argument. I hate arguing with anyone, especially Bambi, but all people argue and it's just one of those things in life. There'd be something wrong with you if you didn't argue. I'm one of those people who bottle up all of their feelings and problems and then (normally when I've had a bottle of wine…) they all come tumbling out. I know it's not the right attitide to have, and I don't make sense when I do it, but I feel a burden if I do otherwise and that's just the way I am (phew, breathe).
Anyway, this happened last night and I unleashed a whole rant on him. About him. And things he had done to upset me. And I'm not just talking about little things that niggle at me. Things that really upset me. And I know he doesn't mean to do them, and I love him to the ends of the earth, but that makes it all the more difficult really. And so I got upset with him, and he got upset that I was upset with him. But then he expected me to apologise to him. I did, of course, because I felt really guilty about upsetting him. And he also apologised to me, I might point out.
But then he sent me an email, telling me I was the guilty party in the whole situation, but never mind, as he forgave me.
Erm, hello? There have been things breaking my heart for the past couple of months, and then when I tell him – in order to make things better between us – I'm the one who has to work for his forgiveness. What???? Men.
Anyway, I think things are ok now. And what is the obsession with quiz machines?
"Wahey, I've won £5!"
"How much did you put in?"
"£10. But I still won! Drinks are on me."
I knew he was a strange one when I met him. But it was a dark night and everyone else had gone home…