A losers diary

burns1

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No way to live a life

‘T’/’L’ then, for anyone who is interested.

‘L’ was great, funny, pretty, intelligent.

And Insecure, needy, overbearing, demanding and far too much like hard work for me to deal with at that time. Absolutely wonderful when it was just the two of us, unbearably critical and demeaning too me as soon as any of my female friends were around. Nearly 3 years together and I still don’t really understand why, or how.

‘T’ was gorgeous, sexy, beautiful and, again, intelligent (I don’t generally do ‘dumb’).

And Bulimic, left a boyfriend of 7 years to be with me, adored me. Wanted to marry me. Gave up a lot to be with me in fact, a home, about £7k that she leant her ex and wrote off when she moved out. I crumbled under the pressure, I didn’t believe that I could, or was ready to, give her what she needed.

Which is kind of why I stayed with ‘L’ so long too – couldn’t be brave enough, wasn’t a man enough, to leap either way. I was a coward, a horrible, two-timing weak willed pathetic coward. I promise you, I am a different person now, I would never behave like this again.

I was at a meeting. Sat with my green haired friend. Joking around, asking each other who else in the room we fancied etc. I said no one, no one here is even vaguely attractive to me. And then ‘T’ walked in. I swear, from across a room of about 60 people, she stood out a mile. I’d never seen her before, didn’t know who she was, but I knew I had to find out. We talked about this months later and she said the same, she just walked in, her first day in a new job and saw me and knew she wanted to know me. It really does happen and I’ve been lucky enough to have it happen twice now. We were together within 2 days.

‘L’ knew something was wrong almost instantly, she took to overeating for comfort when I was out of contact for days on end. She ended up miserable, depressed and weighing 14 stone. Our sex life disappeared. I’m not a shallow person, I don’t judge people on how they look, I really don’t. But if you don’t find someone sexually attractive, then you don’t find them sexually attractive, you can’t change how these things work, and to be blunt, I was impotent when I was with her. Fine when I was with ‘T’ but physically could not have sex with ‘L’, I couldn’t even bear her to kiss me. So I ended it, and then got guilted in to trying again, which was stupid of me, stupid beyond belief as I carried on seeing ‘T’ too.

Days with ‘L’ felt like weeks, weekends with ‘T’ felt like days. I was head over heels, and yet so terrified too, I’d never felt such strength of feeling, never received it either. I’m not sure I have since, not in both directions at the same time, I don’t think Illinois loved me as much as ‘T’ did, and I’m not sure I loved her that much either. I can’t compare it to CCFF as I haven’t had the chance to find out yet, but I guess that’s the closest I can relate it too anyway.

‘L’ didn’t know about ‘T’, ‘T’ didn’t know about ‘L’. Until that day I have referred to before when I was with ‘T’ and my mother phoned the friend I’d claimed to be seeing and then ‘L’ when she started to worry because said friend didn’t know what she was talking about. And still we stayed together, and still we weren’t having sex, and still she undermined me and criticised me, when all ‘T’ ever did was love me and support me. And still I felt too guilty to end it.

‘T’ knew something was wrong, and became depressed and drank too much and started to seek solace with her ex.

I finally ended it with ‘L’, about two years after I should have done. Things went well with ‘T’,, she stopped seeing her ex, she stopped drinking too much, she stopped taking Prozac. Things were, briefly, as close to perfection as I have ever experienced, as close as I am ever likely to again. And then I confessed…

I don’t know why, I don’t know what I was thinking. I wanted to make a clean start I think, maybe. Who knows. Obviously she left me.

Last I heard, ‘L’ was settled and happy, and ‘T’ is married and living in Canada and had a baby.

And I am moping around after CCFF single and destined to stay that way.

I guess you get what you deserve.
 

burns1

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It starts with a drop and then the flood comes

I don’t think I have ever, sober, tried to put the ‘T’/’L’ years into words. I do remember after I split up with ‘K’ I had a moment of doubt, I was drunk and out with a friend and got very upset about the whole thing, drunken tears, you know the type of thing. My friend said, this was your idea, you called it off, why are you so upset, and I realised I was grieving for ‘T’ not anyone else.

I still have a photo of her, but I can’t do anything with it. I can’t have it in an album or anything, because it still causes an uneasy feeling in me, a strange, hollow feeling. I don’t know if it is quite right to call it regret, because if things had been different I wouldn’t be where I am now, I doubt I’d have met Illinois and I almost certainly wouldn’t know CCFF, but I do still get a deep seated ache when I think of ‘T’, when I see her picture, or when I stumble across an old birthday card or letter that she sent.

I hadn’t actually thought about her in many many months before the last week or so, not really. Which is why she hasn’t been mentioned up until now. I also know that soon I will have locked that little compartment of my mind again and won’t think about her for who knows how long. I assume one day I will turn that key, lock her away and never think about her again. I hope that doesn’t happen for a number of reasons.

1) I don’t ever want to forget the lesson I learnt, I never want to be that horrible person again that I was then
2) I may never be loved the way she loved me again, and I don’t want to forget what it felt like.
3) It is only good memories that cause melancholy, because you miss them, if memories didn’t make you nostalgic for the time, then it is because nothing good was happening at the time.
4) She doesn’t deserve to be forgotten.
 

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oddness

I think things have taken a step to the weird(er). Stayed at CCFFs last night, on the sofa this time, in the bathroom, cleaning my teeth at about midnight to go to sleep and in she bowls, drops her trousers and underwear and proceeds to pee next to me, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Chatting away as if we were sitting in the pub still. Is it sick of me that I this turned me on. And I mean to a degree where I couldn’t do a great deal to hide it, given that I was in just my boxers.

All I can do at the the moment is relay what happened, haven’t had a chance to actually process this and figure out what the hell she might have been thinking. Beginning to feel a but teased at the moment though, that’s for sure.
 

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Bang Bang Shoot 'em up, destiny

The title bears no relation to anything I may be about to write, particularly as this is one of my start writing and see where it leads me type entries, but I just have the song going round and round in my head at the moment, so I thought I’d use it as it’s such a great line.

Still have disturbing (ly arousing) images in my head from last night. Does this make me a pervert do you think? Just frustrated more like I guess.

God I am tired today though, I spent the night running through my sleep. Seriously, being chased around in my dreams by two Matrix type dudes with sun glasses and big guns. Woke up at 5am bloody exhausted.

Mind you, then went back to sleep and dreamt that I was happily living in a pub with ‘T’. Not sure what the best bit about that was though – the pub or her. Felt a huge loss when I woke up this morning though, it had seemed really real. Apart from the fact that everytime we left the pub we were in a different place admittedly, but that didn’t seem strange until after I woke up. It was like Mr Bens closet

PS: Brown_eyed_girl – you do realise you’ve named yourself after a song about Anal Sex don’t you? Actually, you probably haven’t, I just always think with that title that is what the song should be about. Like ‘Like A Prayer’ should be about oral sex (perhaps it is actually ‘When you call my name it's like a little prayer, I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there)
 

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Options

Had an email asking me if I still share a bed with CCFF, and the answer, as it has always been, is…sometimes. When we are at mine we tend to, yes. As otherwise one of us has to sleep in the communal lounge, when we are at hers, well, that depends on how she’s feeling more often than not. (actually, for ‘how she’s feeling’, read ‘how pissed/lonely/confused she is feeling’ I think). And me? I just take what comes these days I guess.

Was going to reply directly to that email actually, but what it said fell in line with a lot of what has been going through my head today, so it seems more appropriate to put it here.

She either

a) has totally desexualised me in her head and felt as comfortable peeing next to me as she would her closest femal friends. This is not a good sign. Mind you if that was the case, then the size of the bulge in my boxers has probably corrected that anyway. Because believe me, she noticed it. (thank you to all those that have reassured me I am not some sicko by the way, the most succinct response being ‘she’s half naked next to you, there would be something wrong with you if you didn’t get a hard on’!)

b) Is trying, intentionally, to drive me absolutely insane.

c) Actually wanted me to respond in some way. In which case I am a fucking fool who could have spent the night…well, just having a fucking good night basically. But I doubt that was the intention, because if it was supposed to be a sexual thing then she has got very strange ideas as to how to seduce a man

d) Has decided we are a couple already, just no one has bothered to tell me, so she feels relaxed enough around me to do things like that.

e) was desperate to pee.

I’m hoping ‘e’ actually, as none of ‘a’-‘d’ are ideal!


Or more likely, I am just making a big deal out of nothing.

Again.
 

burns1

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CCFFs valentine

I tell you I love you and you tell me I don’t

You are wrong.

I always will.

When you’re ready to believe me, I’ll be here.
 

burns1

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Thanks for this...

...Black James Kid, now I feel great about myself!

So painfully accurate though.

I am a

CUDDLE BITCH!


cuddle bitch(n) - a guy who never gets to sleep with a girl but gets to have intimate moments with her like cuddling, spooning, or otherwise being affectionate. Usually this will occur in private. She probably considers him a really sweet guy, which is the kiss of death.
First off, cuddle bitches are bad, bad things to be. Maybe the worst thing to be. I mean, being an Intellectual Whore is bad, but being an Intellectual Whore who has to endure blue-balls is bordering on criminal.
As to how it fits into the framework of the ladder.
Basically this is just a guy who has a very high position on the friends ladder. So far up the friends ladder that he gets the dubious honor of getting to provide all the intimacy that a girl is missing when she's off fucking guys who basically don't care about her like outlaw bikers and band members. So he gets to be the proxy father/confessor/friend/teddy bear for her, depending on what she is missing at the time. Perhaps the only consolation of this is a ladder jump to the real ladder seems statistically a little more likely to succeed. Of course, when one is that high up the fall is dreadful indeed....
How do we know this? Well, if a woman had a nice loving boyfriend then he would be doing all the cuddling and whatnot and likely wouldn't stand for a woman maintaining a stable of cuddle bitches. Unless he's completelty pussified, in which case she's likely fucking some other people anyway.
For guys unacquainted with Ladder Theory, it is even worse. The cuddle bitch often thinks he is on the good ladder as opposed to the real ladder. So he gets all excited about his position instead of realizing he is being completely used. So this poor tool is really setting himself up for a fall at that point.
Note: This does not apply if cuddling under the influence of mushrooms, for the express purposes of avoiding hypothermia, or if the woman is a whore that you've recently paid for sex. Cuddling is perfectly acceptable and probably non-sexual in these circumstances.
 

burns1

218 still counting
a few messages

God I’m full of it today. Stopped obsessing about last night for a while at least, but can’t stop venting for some reason.

Believe it or not, I am not totally self obsessed, not even today. All of the following should probably really go in PM’s but I don’t have time to do them all like that, so indulge me here instead:

Gypsy, I have written to you anyway, as you know, but I hope that the support you have seen through everyone else’s lovely messages and the off topic forum makes you realise that this is worth while, you are loved, you’re writing is stunning and you do not need to change or stop or let some petty little idiot deprive you of your outlet and us of your work. You know in your heart that you have done nothing wrong and you will not be punished for this.

Seamonkey – Oh my god, you choke me up and make me laugh in equal measures. You write so differently to gypsy, yet equally effectively, the depth of feeling that you convey in your simplistic (and I mean that as a compliment, I wish I could be so concise and yet so expressive) is fantastic.

ScottyB – thanks for the email, a good solid blokes perspective that makes me feel like I’m not insane or totally fucking useless. I appreciate it.

Tango – get writing girl, you know it makes sense. And if the rest of the board does hate you like you wrongly assume they would, then feel free to blame me, there’s always room for more guilt in this brain of mine!

Anal sex girl (sorry, brown eyed girl, I mean!) – thanks for the PM, somehow it felt right to me too, I think for once in my life I may have got the ‘concise yet expressive’ thing done properly.

Black James Kid: Harsh but fair I think is the expression I am after. You didn’t tell me anything I don’t already know, but seeing it in black and white brings it home!

All the other journalists (that doesn’t feel like the write word to use really) that I read and enjoy and that have kept me from getting anything constructive done today – thank you too.

And everyone that has rallied round Gypsy – inspiring, I wish the real world was as nice as this world here is!!

For some reason the above is beginning to sound like a goodbye. It isn’t, you’re stuck with me longer yet.
 

burns1

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I'll post it if you won't S!

Got this as a PM: (with one line that I have deleted out of modesty and to save the sender some embarassment!)

‘ATTENTION Burn1: your love interest either has no sex drive or isn't attracted to you. OR!!! A pre-operative transexual perhaps?? Please send picture. I am considering giving you a pity fuck. You, not the GF.

Hey I wonder if.... like in situation comedies, when you two finally get together, your show will be cancelled.?

I just erased the above from my journal it was up for about 10 minutes, then I felt bad. I don't know you well enough to hit you with such a raw joke. So I took it back.’


Put it here because a) it made me laugh and b) people really shouldn’t be worried about feeling bad with what they say about me – It’s my choice to write here and people will react how they react, I won’t take offence or be upset even if people hate me.
 

burns1

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bad humour.

This is slightly sick, so please forgive me, but I have just been reminded of the track listing on Oasis’ ‘Definitely Maybe’ album:

’Live Forever’, ‘Up In The Sky’, ‘Columbia’, ‘Supersonic’, ‘Bring It On Down’

Reminds me of that Newcastle United joke too (and here I go losing any non-football fans again) about the drug dealing at St James Park:

‘Shearer Cort Given Dyer Speed.’

And, on a similar note, following the Micheal Jackson documentary on Monday – his name is an anagram of ‘He’s jail cock man’

Actually, that’s not a ‘similar note’ is it? Nevermind.

Have completely isolated myself from all my friends with my taste in music too, made about a dozen phone calls last night and I can’t persuade one single person to come and see Steve Earle with me in April, even when I offer to pay for the ticket. Ah well, I’ll enjoy it anyway.
 

burns1

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Holidays

No overnight update from Gypsy – hope this doesn’t mean she has decided to stop writing, that would be a waste.

I am back in a more normal frame of mind, after yesterdays confusion. Probably helped by the fact that I am having a CCFF free day today, as she’s not around. Sometimes I think days like this do me a world of good, I can’t think straight when I’m seeing her all the time. Maybe this ski-ing holiday of hers that I have been dreading will actually be a good thing for me too. Two weeks to clear my head and try to make a decision as to whether I really can keep putting myself through this in the hope that we’ll sort it out or whether I really do need to move on. Which sadly would involve leaving my job I guess, and trying to put her in the past. A prospect which makes me want to cry, quite frankly (the putting her in the past, not the leaving my job…although leaving behind working with all these gorgeous women is not entirely appealing either!)

Although the long term prospects for my sanity are probably not going to be helped by the camping trip we’re planning to take in May or June admittedly…

Camping…I mean…really?? What am I letting myself in for, I haven’t been camping since I was about 7 and slept in a tent in the back garden. And even then my Mum bought me supper and tucked me in. And breakfast in the morning. And tidied up all the Star Wars toys that I had left strewn around the garden. And came to check that I wasn’t too cold at about 10pm (and told me to turn the torch off and ‘go to bloody sleep’ actually). I can’t imagine this is going to be similar though.

Actually, thinking about it, that’s not true. I camped at a couple of music festivals too, but sharing a 3 man tent with 5 other vodka and red bull fuelled morons who can’t stop singing ‘Common People’ all night and are taking it in turns to throw up by lifting out the tent pegs and sticking their heads under the skirt of the tent is not a memory that I like to cling to.

Oh, nor is getting your fat rugby playing friends arse planted on your nose when he decides it’s time to go walkabout and falls over backwards onto your face either.

Excuse me, I feel queasy now.

Actually, camping with CCFF, mental health issues aside (hers AND mind), could be really good – off to the Lake District (NB: American friends may choose to rename this the puddle district if we’re taking relative sizes into account), which I just adore, it is absolutely stunning, enough to compell me to get my lazy backside out of bed at hours that don’t normally exist for me, just to sit and have a warming coffee and cigarette staring out across the silent still water. It really is an amazingly beautiful place. Actually, perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take a weekend out on my own and do something like that, just shut myself off from everyone and everything for two or three days. That would suit me down to the ground right now.

Edit: Don't think I am being all self righteous by the way, i didn't mean to imply that I was anything but a vodka and red bull fuelled moron too!
 
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burns1

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ker-ching!!

No wonder I am so bloody skint this month, I have finally got round to submitting my expense claim and the bastards owe me over £300. I thought I was going mad, trying to figure out how I’d left myself with so little money with so long to go til I get paid. Not that it helps in the short term, I still have to wait 10 days or so for it to clear, but at least I have some money coming my way before the end of the month now.

Means that I will be able to afford all those CD’s that I keep longingly looking at and thinking ‘only a month to go and you’ll be mine’. Neko Case, Jim White, Teenage Fanclub – you will be mine…mwah ha ha ha. (that doesn’t sound evil written down does it? Mind you, not sure why I wanted to sound evil anyway, I’m only buying CD’s for fucks sake. Get a grip on yourself man)

Discovered another benefit of CCFF not being here – I’ve actually got through this far without smoking today. Much easier when I don’t get hourly emails or telephone calls saying ‘fag break?’. This is probably a sign that my addiction to nicotine is actually less severe than my addiction to spending time with her really.
 

burns1

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For the benefit of Seamonkey among others

In the hope that I make more sense in the future!


What I say - What I mean

Fag – Cigarette
Pants – underwear
Panties – no one English ever says that word
Suspenders – they hold up stockings
Stockings – very sexy things indeed (see above!)
Fanny – c**t
Braces (1) – they hold up trousers
Braces (2) – they straighten teeth
Trainers - Sneakers
Football – Football! (no, still refuse to use the word soccer, sorry!)
Chips – Fries
Crisps – Potato Chips
Purse – change purse
Handbag – purse
 

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knickers v panties

ScottyB

The thing is, I’m from Essex originally, and in a Romford nightclub on a Saturday night, the phrase ‘get yer knickers off love’ is probably more common than ‘nice to meet you’.

Beginning to spot the links of who reads who round here too. I’m with Anal se…damn, I keep doing that…Brown Eyed Girl on this, saying Panties just makes me feel like I should be breathing extremely heavily, sweating slightly and rubbing my palms together…oh, hang on…
 

burns1

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Must stop this and do some bloody work

Brown_eyed_girl: Genius. The thing is, they would probably asked that question anyway. Or is my view of the type of men who frequent chat rooms a bit warped? But I think I will refrain from making any more references of that type anyway, certainly don’t want you lumping me in with people like that…

Actually, that has started me thinking. I’m not sure why I started to write here, I’ve never actually used a chat room in my life, I don’t use MSN messenger or anything like that, and basically, apart from one message board that I used to post to, and emails to my friends, I had never bothered with any of this new fangled interweb stuff. Still, glad I did…particularly today…
 

burns1

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Is that a monumnet to the centenary of the French Revolution in your pocket?...

Oh great, now I’m getting namechecked as a cuddlebitch in other peoples journals…Thanks Minou!

Oh well, can’t hide from the truth I suppose.

This ‘desexualised’ thing has started to worry me though, I flicked back through my journal, and by reading it anyone would think that I have no sexual desire left in me at all at the moment. This is so far from the case it’s untrue (as a right arm that looks like Popeyes and the effect a brief period of flirting had on me yesterday will attest too!), I just don’t act on it at the moment, because, bizarrely it would feel like cheating on CCFF, and as I’ve explained recently, that is not a feeling that I am comfortable with anymore.

It’s actually quite embarrassing in all honestly, I walk around like some fucking hormonal teenager – I swear at this rate I’ll find myself sneakily flicking through the lingerie section of the Sears catalogue before the month is out. Had a long car trip the other weekend for a work thing, sat in the back with a colleague and I fell asleep. I knew I was in trouble when Julianna Moore cropped up in my dream (mmmm…Julianna Moore…), but waking up with the Eiffel Tower in my pants was excruciatingly embarrassing. The poor girl next to me was staring intently out the window, I am hoping this is because she was genuinely taking in the scenery and not because she didn’t know where else to look. But as we were driving around the M25 this seems doubtful to be honest.

I do wonder why I share these things sometimes you know!
 

burns1

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Things about my journal that annoy me

 I use far too many of exclamation marks. I hate them with a passion, I’m sure they were only invented so people could use them to make otherwise dull sentences look like they may have been interesting.

 My spelling can be appalling – this is thinking faster than I can type, not stupidity, I promise

 I am an intellectual snob, I name check things that I perceive to be cool, but never things that I like that I don’t think are cool, except in one self consciously ironic post once, and even then I was very self selecting, I didn’t mention that actually I love ‘The Carpenters’ and Action Movies and Schlocky Horror films, and Reality TV and all sorts of tacky Essex pseudo middle class crap.

 I pretend I am not arrogant and in love with myself, but I must be, why else would I post here for the world to read?

 I write about my issues here as an alternative to getting off my backside and actually doing anything about them

 I think I am far funnier than I actually am

 I do this…far to often… another way of disguising dull writing as something interesting…

 I write pointless lists that are of no interest to anyone except me
 
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