Good Evening Blogger World..
How's it hanging?!
Today was the final day of my course. It wasn't half as painful as I'd imagined it would be. Infact, it was a damn sight more interesting than Friday's session! I met some interesting people and learned a few more things that I can use in the world of work, which was good.
Yesterday on the way to get my chicken n chips with spare ribs I encountered a guy from my past, from my younger years, at least 15 years ago. I knew who he was as soon as I saw him, but I pretended not to know him as one does when one doesn't want to mingle LOL. Well he wasn't having it. He stopped me in the street and proceeded to call me by my name, reminding me of where and when I met him, etc etc. So the game was up, no avoidance. Being diplomatic me, I had a bit of a chit chat with him. I was dying to get away, not least just to eat my food. I didn't like him much when we were associated and it was all flooding back exactly why!
Anyway, I brought the conversation to an end as soon as he told me he lived close by. Oh jeez.. in the same area as me?! Hopefully I won't see him around too often. He asked for my phone number to keep in touch. I said "no". I wasn't pussy-footing around, just an unequivocal no.
Now I remember when I was young and easily gullible he had wanted to "woo" me and promised me all manner of things, to take me shopping at Selfridges in London for lots of clothes. It was all talk, lots of bullshit. I remember being so mad because he'd offered and I hadn't asked. Obviously I now know that talk is cheap, but back then I didn't, or I was just blinded by my material desires to believe the lies.
I also remember him inviting me around for a meal and it being the most disgusting stench ever. He apparently was cooking a traditional Nigerian dish. I watched him put water into a big industrial steel cooking pot, then drop some chicken pieces in, boil those with no herbs or spices, then later proceed to add goat meat and kidneys, tomato puree and a stock cube. I remember seeing the water frothing white and the stench of the kidneys being unbearable. I had to leave the house. He offered me some food and I said "Sorry, but my stomach isn't lined with lead so there's no way I can eat that without shitting myself for the best part of a year". LOL. Tact back then wasn't my strongest point. Oh yuck, I can still remember the smell when I think about that day. So that, together with his lies and seeing him in the street brought it all back and I felt like the cat that tried to get away from Pepe Le-Pew the skunk.
He just reminds me of a predator with me always being his prey, except I have an invisible electric fence surrounding my perimeter and he isn't getting within touching distance of me. Not now, not ever!
It's funny when you think about it that I refused to give him my number when my escort number is on the world wide web for any and everyone to see. I think if he knew I did escorting he'd probably book me and you know I wouldn't be going through with the booking. Just like Meatloaf said "I'll do anything for love... but I won't do that.. no I won't do that!"
On another note today I've been a very naughty girl. I've had a Belgian bun, lots of apple crumble and sweets. This is bad, very bad. I have to cut right back for the rest of the week. Sometimes I just have cravings and I don't try to fight very hard on some days, like today, but then end up penalising myself for the rest of the week.
I also need to get my hair done soon, get to the salon and get it washed and retwisted. I love when it's freshly done. I never wash my hair myself, no way, it's too tiresome. I love getting it done, just the hassle of going there and sitting in the salon for around 3 hours minimum. Sometimes I think it'd be a whole lot easier to just get a grade 1 hair cut but I don't have the right head shape for that.
Anyway enough of my jibber jabber.. I'm off!
So my people, I'm outta here and be back tomorrow.
Ciao ciao *mwah*
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