Wednesday, February 11th, 2015
I haven’t taken over the world yet....
I tried. Where the hell did my minions go? But it’s not working out. Men are still distracting me. I am still not the Heartless Amazon I aspire to be. I still want to be madly and passionately in love! And it’s stopping me from running the world …
My trainer distracted me. Just when I thought I couldn’t be distracted ever again. He grew on me. He used to be just my friend. He was helping me get over the heartbreak that came to me in the form of his “buddy” and coworker and promotional partner. To be honest, he didn’t start out as my Trainer …. That came after, in my bid to see him every day … and to look soooo good my “kinda ex” and new heartbreak, would die from the exhaustion of all that was Gillian.
I gift wrapped myself and invited him over a night…. We will call him … hmmm … ok …the Trainer. It was so damn good. Not the sex but the fact that someone “alive” and moderately sexy was in my bed.
He said he was practically single, but had complications. For a more sensible woman, that should have meant “Run for the hills Bitch!!!!!” but for Gillian it meant … let’s have sex and fall in love. I had so many signs too. I never heed signs, like the woman that came in an angry rush to pull open his car door while I was in it. Or like his ex-girlfriend still hanging out in his bedroom before and after gym. Or even her telling me not to touch “her man” one drunkard morning at a fete and him passing and whispering to random women. Lots of random women. It’s possible I might be fairly stupid.
My Heartbreaker now, he did not take well to me fucking his friend. Oh I denied it… halfheartedly at best. But one night I made him leave my house because the trainer was coming. My Heartbreaker had come back to me and I didn’t choose him.
Of course, Mr. Heartbreaker had had no issues dead stopping the relationship we didn’t actually have to go back to his ex. I should totally insert a photograph here …. of his ex-girlfriend … let’s just say …I am a very beautiful woman. She’s not. Straight face. No, but seriously …
Note to self …. Never have sex with your friends. It’s utterly unhealthy. Super Painful. But I continue to do it for some reason. No one is ever interested in having a relationship with me…. So my next option is grab the “friendly affection” I can get while I can still get it. So randomly sad.
Thing is, I am not even sure I want a total full out girlfriend/boyfriend thing … I want somebody to hug me at night … dance with me late at a Soca fete … the simple things, pay attention to me, message me sweet nothings every day … Is that a relationship?
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Memoirs of A Gillian
Non-FictionI guess this is the story of Me.... What's that called? A biography? Anyway. I tend to be fairly random. I am a fairly random girl... So at one point I may take you back to the 80s ... My happiest times and childhood days. Then at other times we wil...
