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Through multiple vouchers worth of commentary we have began to conclude that although nothing beats having your own flat,credit card and modem, there are much better things worth putting your energy into than men.
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Last night I closed the door behind me and stepped out onto the dampened street below. Monday night and it had been raining all evening as we sat with our tobacco and beer around a small TV screen.
Now the dear couples that are my friends in this student town had gone to bed. Saying as I leave “ will you be ok walking home?”
Of course I will, I have to be coz I only had enough money for beans on toast today, so certainly no funding for a taxi is available. But more importantly, if I was to depend on a man to walk me about: then I’d never go anywhere.
I’ve learned to rely on myself, as I can’t forget the wise words of my mother…
MUM: Men will always let you down. (Repeated x times)
I’m like a soul cruiser; I thrive on missoning about by myself feeding on the things I enjoy. (Hence these urges I’m having to clear out my bank account on the glorious day of the next student loan payment and jump on the next flight to anywhere.)
But back to the cold reality of last night, I stomped down the high street as the clock passed midnight, singing to myself and my distorted reflection in darkened shop windows. No I wasn’t drunk, I was just feeling merry on my moments of disillusionment, which seem often to dawn late at night and hit me like lightning.
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In the early hours of the morning, I was walking down the same cobbled streets by the moonlight, clutching onto the delicious remainders of my veggie kebab with hummus. Boyfriend at the time was believed to be stumbling very close behind, pre-occupied the with deep and meaningfuls of stoned male conversation.
As I sang to myself I realised I could no longer hear his clumsy footsteps. He was gone.
Out came the mobile from my pocket.
WhereTHEhellru??
No bleeping followed on my phone. If I had listened hard enough that night I might have heard the words
“dude, where’s my car” (!) and worked out that he had gone to find his car. But I didn’t, so I ran home alone, spinning full circle every few metres to make sure no one was following> drunken paranoia hit.
The raindrops made the pavement shine like silver.
But what a bastard for leaving me to walk home alone.
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Once out the town centre and onto the steep road home,
I wondered whether the streets glistened in another town where I had been exactly a week ago. I thought about my best friend as my phone bleeped from my pocket.
MESSAGE RECEIVED
READ
HOWSurNITEbeen?bandWEREgoodIMstayingsingleH8blokesBETTERoff
UsGRRLStakeCAREloveMExx
So I replied:
IMcoolONmyWAYhomeITHINKnunsAVgotTHErightIDEAorMAYBEweSHOUL
investINsomeBATTERYoperatedFRIENDS!!illMAILu2morrowLOVEmeX
And so the story continues. Although not everything can be said in a txt, we know what we mean as we strive to work out the meaning of life via txts and emails.
Do all grrls know at some point? Do all grrls share the harshness of our opinions at one time or another towards the opposite sex?
BlokesRallW***ers??
(Please note: Our friends who are male are excellent, this opinion is based on relationships/encounters beyond friendship….
All I find myself capable of reflecting on at the end of this burst of thought, recollection and inspiration are my mother’s words of wisdom.
Although some of the things she has said have in fact turned out to bear little relevance to my weird and wonderful life, we are seriously considering the possibility that she was right about this one.
Will men always let you down?
I shall continue with the hope that one day I shall find “my knight in shinning armour” (puke, puke) who will prove this statement wrong…
END OF MESSAGES
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Helen R
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