Christmas
hmm. after nigh on three years of living together my (now) ex went home for christmas as we both used to do. i used this as my opportunity to gwan and buy her a romantic present (the year before i bought her a kitchen knife. a very expensive one mind you. one that she wanted as well) to make up for the previous year's present.
i traipsed all the way to selfridges from hackney and found myself skiting the agent provocateur section (not sure what's more worrying; a man in a ladies underwear shop, or the man walking repeatedly past trying to pluck up the courage...).
eventually i took the plunge, walked in, and found that i'd have to walk all the way to poland st in soho as the selfridges one didn't do gift vouchers (i may be a man, but i'm not so stupid as to actually choose the underwear myself!).
thusly i did walk there.
this time i only loitered outside for two pass by's of the shop front.
i did get the £130 worth of vouchers in the end. not after i'd suffered the torture of the shop girls bearing all the stock gladly from beneath their little pink dresses while i try to look the other way as i'm buying lingerie for the woman i love etc etc.
i get home completely shattered and considerably poorer; but convinced of the joy the little lady would recieve.
the phone rings.
tis her.
she has decided we must split up.
i couldn't really argue with her to be honest. not that i deserved it; just: what the lady wants, the lady gets innit?
i still gave her the underwear. we are still friends.
but will i ever get to see the fruit of my endeavours?
like fuck i will.
kitchen knives from now on it is then....
( ginmakesamanmean Few and far between, Thu 17 Jun 2004, 20:16, Reply)