AnnaLivia moves on (she hopes)

Yup. It’s the lovelorn lass from up north again.

AnnaL has told the highlander in whose company she is often seen that he acted horribly towards her.

This was after he began to protest that a relationship was impossible. His protestations were spurred on by my asking him to stop with the Beckett for five seconds. We were out with other postgraduates, doing other topics and having a good time. I was also informed that he was taking control of his life by not drinking. I was happy for him. Until he started telling me he wasn’t drinking with pint after pint in front of him.

Flash forward to later in the evening, hours after I have been pawed in a nightclub by a stranger, I ask him to cut out the crap and say yes or no. He overexplains everything. I recieved the ‘reasons why I am not drinking’ lecture five times over, in more detail than I needed. He says no, I am fine with this. All I wanted was an answer and my Tom Waits back. I am told that I was a drunken mistake. Yes, okay, I was a bit pissed too. I am also told that I am a good pal, it’s just that we can’t talk, meet each other or do anything together. If we pass each other in the hallway, we are allowed to say hello, maybe talk about the weather. At this point, I don’t care. It’s half three and he begins to lecture me on literary theory. I tune out and nod for the next hour and crash on his couch, as I am not walking home at half four.

Two days later, we are at the society (of which we are both members). He makes an announcement to the group and starts with his pointless elaboration. At which point he stops and says- “oh, but there I go explaining things too much again”.

He can feck off. I get yelled at if I mention we were in the same room together with twenty other people.

One last e-mail has been passed, as I am no longer allowed to correspond.

“Thanks for the couch, the tea and the roll, thanks for the cds back. Sorry you felt you had to get that dig in”.
feh. Just in time for Valentine’s Day. I don’t care. I have Tom Waits. All is right with the world.

AL

I’m glad you’ve got Tom Waits, but isn’t Tom Waits’ wife going to be angry?

:slight_smile:

Anna, glad to see you’re rid of that no-mind Joyceian (or was it Beckettian? Or are you the Beckettian? I can never remember these things…) Now you can properly celebrate anti-Valentine’s Day with the rest of us SDMB singles. Hurrah!

I don’t think I’ll ever be a Beckettian. It requires being much too awkward about interpersonal relationships. Us Joyce people have an active desire to procreate. I don’t know where I’ll ever find someone who will lecture me on Derrida and Bakhtin at half-three again.

I suppose I should be thankful it wasn’t a lecturer I was half-way to boffing.

I bought the other girls in the office chocolate today, as we’re all single now. Misery abounds.

AL

Misery loves company, and company loves dutchboy208.

That guy cheers the ladies right up.

I’m dulling the pain with lead-based paint and Hans Robert Jauss. Take that, fecking deconstructionists!

Next order of business is to find a cute Early Modern PhD. Yessssss.

AL

cough cough cough

cough cough cough

You’re coming back to the States, right? Just asking…

Ah, there’s the beauty of it all. I don’t know where I’ll be next year…

here, there…it’s all the same, really.

could be worse.
AL

I’m happy you’re free of the no-goodnik, and I’m very happy that you’ve got your Tom Waits CDs back. As for excessive drink and Derrida, I suspect that the former not only improves the latter, but is probably a prerequisite for getting through it. Unfortunately, neither is known for improving a BF.

Three cheers for AnnaLivia!