Nice guys keep walkin'

There is something very wrong with me. Why is it that spending a night with a guy who insists on telling me how amazing i am, how increadable my body is and how much he thinks he likes me results in me skulking around the hostel for the next day making sure i dont bump into him? In fact, somehow my painfully selective messy memory reminded me that we had arranged for him to come over and see me the next day for lunch so i made damn sure that i left my room a good hour early in order to 'accidentally on purpose' be out.

I thought i handled the whole affair quite glamerously to be honest, with my head scarf and big sunnies darting from pillar to piller i was sort of celebrity-spy chic. Very Jackie O. Sadly i bumped into the group of guys i was meeting from home on the trecharous sprint from the bathroom to my bedroom and was forced to divulge details of my sordid affair. I don't think they quite grasped why i was so keen to avoid someone who was so into me, but then, unlike my girlfriends they remain unaware of my penchant for steamy one-night stands and practical allergy to anyone who might want more from me than a quick tumble.

Soon the vodka was flowing and me and the boys were swapping steamy tales. I toned mine down significantly, omitting the dirtiest details like the 'bleeps' in a PG Eminem album. I truly didn't think they could handle it. They were horrified enough with the PG verions. This is all well and good but the worrying thing is, that a guy who sleeps with me, virtually ignores me AND chucks girls out for refusing to wear condoms results in me skulking round the hostel trying to 'accidentally on purpose' bump into him.

What the fuck. Yes i KNOW *Jack was M.C Cringe and i just couldn't get down with his 'cringe-dizzle' but to still want to get with someone like DANNY who clearly gets boners from the thought of impregnating strangers!!! I must have been dropped on my head as a baby or something. Either that or walked in on my parents having sex. I wish Freud was around to give me some insight into my warped pysche. He would probably just tell me i fancy my Mum though. Which i can assure you is not true.

I think my ex might have fucked me up more than i gave him credit for.