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A quiet night inn
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We call the kitchen porter the dishwasher here in the states, i once did it at a breakfast place when i lived at the shore, it’s a fucking tough physical job, over here people seem to have no respect for it yet they don’t realize it’s the most important job in the place, without it there are no clean dishes or cutlery… of course i was always hungover and stoned and spent a fair amount of time in the cooler huffing nitrous oxide out of the whipped cream canisters, it was like it never ended, i’d usually be the last one there standing in water and covered in shite, at least they didn’t call you back!
I think it’s time to give up the Wendy addiction as well my good man, there is no point in torturing yourself and it seems to be a one-way street in terms of who gets what out of it, i know you’re guffawing and telling me to fuck off right now but it’s an unhealthy situation, hell i fall in love with a new woman every ten minutes but it doesn’t take me long to get over it ;) and one only has to look at that last line, if only a dishonest gloss of your feelings makes her feel comfortable and honesty is overbearing and unwelcome than you need to walk away, of course i am just a voyeur on the situation but think of all that energy you could put elsewhere… okay i’ll now step off my soapbox.
It was tough, really hard, and yes I think I’ve escaped there. I just feel for the poor fucker doing that job right now.
I know you’re right about Wendy. I can’t work out how to stop feeling for her the way I do. If there’s any clues you can give me about giving up on her, please let me know.
I got as far as googling for “how to fall out of love with someone” and there was one interesting page which explained the chemical changes that occur when one has an intense attraction towards someone. I was wondering, seeing as nothing else I’ve tried (internet dating, talking to women in pubs) has worked, whether there might be the possibility of a pharmacological solution to my plight. I know how stupid this may seem but I am absolutely out of ideas now.
It would be easier if we weren’t friends. Normally, if you try with a girl and she’s not interested, you can just delete her number and not see her again. I can’t do that with Wendy.
One day, she’ll meet someone else, and she’ll tell him truthfully what she falsely says to me. That will cut me to the core, and then I probably will stop seeing her.
I remember it being exquisite torture. I know I come across as a smug married, but remember J married someone else while I was in love with him. (HOW rude.)
Most inconsiderate. But patience is often rewarded…
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