What the h… was I thinking?!?

To make a long story short, co-worker is moving in with me in two days. It is nothing permanent. He was going to rent a new apartment, but the Spaish guy who lives there doesn’t speak English so there was some misunderstanding about when he was supposed to move out. Co-worker therefore found himself without a place to live until the 13th. AT work sunday, he seemed a bit frustrated. He is generally a very nice guy, so it’s quite easy to see when something bothers him. I asked and he told me about his precaire livingsituation. I aksed him if he had a place to sleep that night and he told me he was crashing on a friend’s coach. There are three bedrooms in my apartment and one of them is empty so I said that if he needes a place to sleep, he could come to my place. He looked at me a bit perplex and I think it troubled him a little. Yesterday, he called and took me up on the offer. He is moving in on Thursday. I am REALLY looking foreward to it. I hope it won’t be a disaster. 

Love Mandy

Goofing around

Once again I was invited to co-worker’s apartment. He made we a wonderful meal. I am not just saying it to be nice, it was really great. We talked a lot and he is just extraordinary. Then, I kind of planed to make my move, he asked me if I wanted to watch a movie. I said sure and he started the grossest film I have ever seen. It is made by an Italian and it is called something like 120 days in sodora, I do not really remember the name. Anyway, if you are familiar with the saw-films, I can tell you that this one was 100 times worse: men and women being sexually abused, tortured and forced to eat crap. I kind of agreed to watch it and I sort of knew what it was about, but I had no idea it would be so bad. I mean, the plot reminded me of Battle Royale, only in Battle Royale the horrors has a purpose. Here it was completely random and insane. Needless to say, a movie like this does NOT make you want to make a move.

When it was finished, we discovered that it was 02.30 in the morning. Once again I slept in his bed. He made me breakfast in the morning and absolutely nothing happened. The next evening we goofed around at work. And the evening after that as well.

I really like this guy…

Love Mandy

It’s a date then, or at least a late dinner

Coworker called me yesterday to invite me over to is place Thursday. I believe his exact words was “Mandy, I want to cook for you” which kind of made me smile. As you surely know, there is a common belief that when a woman wants to cook for you, she does also want to sleep with you. However, this probably does not apply to the male part of the population. Moreover, this will be the second time he has made me a meal and nothing has happened. I might just take a shot and kiss him as I start to have some serious fantasies about him. I also have to break the pattern of being a coward when it comes to these kind of situations. Yeah… I think I may try that out…

Love Mandy

The other

My friendship with co-worker has reached the point where we have opened up to the other about our love-life situation. And guess what. He has been in love with a girl for 3 years. We were talking about a journalist our age who writes for a journal we both like. He told me he had met the journalist trough a girl he “had been in love with” for 3 years. To this information he added: “I think we have kind of the same problem.” I have earlier briefly mentioned my ended relationship with boy to him and that I now have cut off all contact with him. And I guess I said something about doing quite fine even if I maybe shouldn’t. That probably explains co-worker’s last statement even though it isn’t really a problem anymore. Boy is history and I am actually quite fine with it.

Anyway, this probably means that he still is on love with her and in that case, it would be stupid for me to make a move. A part of me is realised because now, I do not need to get myself together and kiss him, but the other part is, I hate to admit it, jealous. Co-worker explained me what he is reading in philosophy (that is what he is studying at the university) and I couldn’t help but thinking that the girl he is in love with must be someone extraordinary simply because he is such a great, cool, interesting and handsome person. I consider myself as a good girl and someone easy to be in a relationship with, but I may be a little afraid of not being able to compete with a person like that. It is also possible that I make up this perfect version of her in my head, something which is quite easy since I don’t know her at all.

On the other hand, there is a small possibility that he is no longer in love, or that he is heartbroken. I do not know how that is any better though. Maybe it isn’t. One thing is at least sure: now I really don’t know what to do!

Love Mandy 

PS. School and work is killing me. It cannot go on like this. I cannot study 8 hours a day and then work 7 hours in the evening/ at night. Just had to get that out. Most likely, I will just continue working my butt off.

I do not want to be mean but…

…yeah, you should feel really bad!

Some days ago, somebody used this search line to discover our blog :”im going out with my mates ex boyfriend and feel really bad”.

I do not know how to put this without being mean. I am not a big fan of the rules, but your friends’ ex-boyfriends are strictly off-limits. You do not even need a book to tell you that. Common sense should be plenty enough. I am aware of that it can be hard to choose who we fall in love with, but seriously. Is that the excuse? Alright, we cannot control our feelings, but we can and should control our actions. I am sorry, but you should feel bad about dating your friend’s ex. Really bad. It is not socially accepted in our society. Moreover, it is not in your best interest: you will probably end up losing both of them.

Love Mandy

PS. I am sorry for he morality speech. I try to limit these kind of posts.