Leaving Cert 2012-13 *OFF-TOPIC* (hideaway) thread

Colm. If you've got girl problems I feel bad for you son :cool:

Methememb wrote: »

Colm. If you've got girl problems I feel bad for you son :cool:

I got 99 problems.
A "bitch" ain't one.

So... I'm famous on the internet. This is something that happened. Like, a good proportion of Leaving Certs in this country know who I am because I make stuff on the internet that takes the piss out of their courses. So people follow me on Twitter. And some of the people who followed me on Twitter would post to my Askfm page out of curiosity. And one of the people who did that had a LOT more curiosity than others.
This girl was curious. I added her on Facebook, we talked, a lot, we both lost a lot of sleep, I was coming off of four hour Skype calls at 5:30am and it was turning us both into insomniacs. We thought we were the best things to happen to each other, in a way, that we'd finally found someone who understands us, who's interesting, intelligent, kind, caring and still up for the banter. So Dublin seemed a natural progression. We thought we were ready for all of this even if it was going to be the weirdest thing we'd ever do... because we genuinely felt that we were in love with each other. Mental.
So I get to Dublin after travelling for four and a half hours and I'm standing under the Spire waiting for a bit and she appears and oh it's incredibly ****ing awkward. I mean severe. We were both just trying to get over how weird it was that we ended up actually doing this and kind of regretting it. See, she and I are very, very awkward people at the core. You mightn't believe it for me, but I'm an absolute mess when it comes to getting close to people like that. I've messed up before but I genuinely thought yesterday would have been different.
And we're there sitting in a Starbucks trying to figure out a way to just ****ing get over ourselves a bit. She decides to bring me back to her sister's place and we chill for a bit. But I'm there sitting on a bed and she's sitting in a chair opposite me. It took a while for her to just get up, lie next to me and let some kind of moment develop and while that was lovely and all of that it never really went anywhere. We were comfortable where we were, but I didn't know how to develop it. And neither did she. So we just lay there. And by the time we'd even made it as far as shifting or anything, her phone starts ringing, her sister's coming home and realising that her sister walking in to me just lying in this bed with a girl holding hands would make her out to look like she'd done a lot worse, quickly got up and left.
And although we've promised to keep something alive with our distance and I'll see her again on Paddy's Day (because I'm in Dublin anyway, I got a gig to go to) and that we'll try again to find what's missing between us (because there's really something there), I'm just disappointed that I'm such an awkward mess at times. Maybe it'd be different if she wasn't too. But we both need to get over ourselves a bit, and with the distance that means it's going to be hard to make our times together worthwhile. I mean, when we were apart we thought we could have been anything but in the same place we just ended up opening up our insecurities to each other.

Yesterday had some incredibly lovely moments all the same.

tl;dr: not entirely positive.

bluejaymraz wrote: »

Mine was practically the same except he didn't even use a card. He managed to say that much through roses and chocolate. It was the hint hint nudge nudge that I haven't left the house in days and need to get out more.

Almost half of the chocolates have almond in them. I don't like almond. He bought the exact same box for mam, obviously must have been 2 for the price of 1 in the shop last night. It explains why he was gone for 45 minutes when he'd only gone for some strawberries and to the post box.

The man sounds like a pro

Priorities lads!

My parents (mainly mam) are the opposite I could spend 5 hours in my room and that'd be grand. But they make these retarded not-so-subtle "jokes" of how I'm not working hard enough. Infuriating.