What's up with all the crazies?

So things didn’t really go according to plan with DJ….

 

On Thursday evening, at around 7pm, I decided it was time to call and break up with him… even as a non-boyfriend. I was meeting C at Blues Room to watch the immensely talented Wonderboom… and figured that was enough time to cut all ties with DJ and get ready for my night out.

 

So I phoned him….

 

Mozi; Hey DJ…. Howsit going?

 

DJ: Doing well thanks…. How was your night out last night?

 

Mozi: Oh it was great thanks… really burning the candle at both ends you know… going out again tonight.

 

DJ: Oh cool…. What you doing?

 

Mozi: (Quick! Think of something else! Anything!!!) Ermmmm… going to watch Wonderboom. (Crap)

 

DJ: Oh cool…. Where?

 

Mozi: (Ok, now is your last chance… anywhere in Joburg…. Just don’t say Blues Room!) Ermmmm….. Blues Room.

 

DJ: How weird! So am I!!!!

 

Mozi: Wow. Weird.

 

DJ: Great so I’ll see you later then! I’ll be there at 8! Bye!

 

So I headed off to Blues Room with much intrepidation. C and I bee-lined for the bar to numb some of the dread and we started to notice all of the delicious boys sauntering around the venue. I was gazing at the solid jawline of a tall dark lead singer when suddenly, DJ’s face popped into my line of sight.

 

Ugh. 

 

Sadly, this was also the first official meeting of C and DJ. Most unexpectedly, DJ proceeded to launch into what can only be described as a complete verbal attack of poor old C. I’m not sure if it was a strange manifestation of his jealousy that I was spending time with someone that wasn’t him, but whatever it was - it screamed ‘Psycho!’

 

After about 30 minutes, his friends arrived and he left C and I in peace. We had a rocking time, enjoying the bands, perving and gossiping. After his tirade directed at C, I decided completely ignoring DJ would be the appropriate action to take.

 

Wonderboom was sublime… Cito was sublimer…. Shoo wow. C and I stole a poster and got the band members to autograph it for us. It’s now hanging up in our office cubicle. We decided that we are fans - not groupies. Enormous difference between the two.

 

When I got home at around 1ish I felt content that no self-respecting man could ever think that there was still a possibility of anything between us after I treated him like he had the plague all evening.

 

A few seconds later I released that DJ is not self-respecting.

 

My phone beeped with an SMS saying that it was great to see me. Followed by an email the next day asking what my weekend plans were. It was at that precise moment that I realised his behaviour was no longer just hopeful and eager…. It was borderline creepy and psychotic.

 

But now, almost a week on, it seems like he has finally gotten the message. My inbox is blissfully clear of all DJ emails and phone is DJ SMS free.

 

I think I’m finally out of it.

When it's through... it's through...

I’m caught in the midst of an ethical dilemma.

 

It appears that DJ has not gotten the message that I thought I had so clearly put out there. This became particularly clear yesterday afternoon as my inbox filled up with cheery emails from him, and my cellphone vibrated with deliberately missed calls.

 

It’s quite incredible that someone can continuously attempt entirely one-sided communication for so long.

 

This left me with three options:

 

1. Continue to ignore him

 

2. Reaffirm my position on not seeing each other again via email

 

3.Reaffirm my position on not seeing each other again via phone

 

I’ve decided that I’m going to have to go with option 3, firstly because all my work friends have made me feel guilty about going through with 1 & 2 and secondly because I’m concerned about negatively impacting on my dating karma.

 

On the other hand – I don’t really think it’s fair that I have to break up with him, seeing as we never actually entered into an official relationship.

 

So I’ve got that to look forward to this evening – BUT it will be followed by a night of partying with C and perving over sexy Wonderboom.

 

So all is not lost.

Saving the rare mountain gorilla...

So I’ve been quiet for a while… okay maybe quiet isn’t the word – maybe more like completely absent. And I really really wish I had a good reason – like I was rescuing baby gorillas from bush meat hunters in the Democratic Republic of Congo or that I had locked myself in a sealed off underground crypt in order to contemplate quantum physics for a month or two. But no.

 

Although in between my last entry and this one – I have finally come to grips with a mammoth assignment at work, frolicked in the snow at Tiffindell, and I ‘almost’ had a relationship!

 

His name was DJ – and upon meeting him I was immensely wowed and impressed. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. Within two weeks, I was already starting to grow bored and skeptical. He was one of those mysterious and rare ‘relationship’ guys – who just love being committed to someone.

 

It completely freaked me out.

 

He was asking when he would meet my parents on the second date. I was just waiting for his head to rotate 360 degrees and for him to jump out of his human suit.

 

So after a month of keeping things as casual as I could – he eventually wanted to know what we were and where were we going… The fact that I am phrasing all of this in the past tense is a pretty good indication of what I had to say about that.

 

So in retrospect I’ve realised that until someone comes along and completely sweeps me off my feet with his total spectacular-ness, I’m going to keep flying the single flag high. And to tell you the truth, I feel pretty good about not getting involved with someone merely for the sake of being in a relationship – shows I’ve matured a little because I would have done it in a heartbeat in the past.

 

So apparently 26 seems to be the year of maturity, intermingled with vast amounts of silly, drunken behaviour. Awesome.