The Cookie Concept (on Hold)

7) How to Get Your Man Back

After looking into this subject with the help of Google I can confirm that it is rediculous how many romance tutorials there are (especially for getting you ex back) It's very worrying.

7) How to Get Your Man Back

Step 1: Be honest with yourself. Were you actually together before or was it just a figment of your imagination?

Step 2: Be prepared for rejection so don't get your hopes up. Have money in your bag so you can drown your sorrow in fat-free ice cream

Step 3: Make sure he is still living in the same house so you can turn up there with your phone speaker playing your couple song or a random song you found on Spotify. It is important that your phone is fully charged as you may be sitting outside the window all night

Step 4: Find his window and throw pebbles to get his attention. If he is not home, write a note, stick it on a rock and throw it through his window (don't put your name in case you accidentally smash the window and they can't link it back to you.)

I stare questionably at the screenshot I took from a wikihow page. This is starting to make me rethink if I should be taking advice from the internet.

The street lights are the only thing that is keeping the front yard alight. The night sky is hidden behind dark clouds that have overtaken the stars. Keeping my umbrella at home seems like an amateur move now that the rumble of thunder taunts me.

There was a fault in the simple four-step plan. I have nothing around me to throw at the window beside a few scattered pieces of bark. Then again I didn't really think through this plan thoroughly enough to even consider if it would work.

"Staring at my window won't make it magically open." a hoarse voice says from beside me. The cool night is warmed up slightly by the radiating body heat. "How long have you been out here?"

I glance at up at Sam, hiding my flushed cheeks under my black hoodie "Depends. What's the time?"

He looks down at his fancy fitness watch "6:18."

"That doesn't really help as my phone went dead a long time ago. I should invest in one of them time telling devices you wear. It'll give me an excuse to look at my wrist and say 'look at the time I need to go'."

We stand there in silence before Sam speaks, "Were you planning on standing here all night. There is a perfectly good seat that you could be sitting on."

"But what is the fun in being comfortable plus how are your neighbours going to know when I leave? Oh look, they're checking if I've died from frostbite yet." I wave towards the window with the curtain slightly ajar. The two faces that were peering through quickly disappear back behind the red curtain.

I hold back a shiver as the wind picks up "I think your neighbours have a bet on how long I would last waiting there for you. They think I was stupid enough to think you were home and ignoring me. Well you can leave Carol and Jerry" I say raising my voice so to snoopy neighbours knew they were no longer needed. "I'm still alive. And look he did come. I'm not a crazy stalker!"

A quiet smile graces Sam's face as when he looks at me in sincerity making my heart faster. I need to remember to stick to the very loosely planned out strategy before I get completely distracted by his stupid smile.

"So" I start walking towards his door hoping he'll get the cue to follow me "What are you doing here?"

"This is my house. I live here," he jingles his keys before opening the front door and leaving me to walk in behind him.