the accidental girl

I have the best job in the world (today). I get paid premium rate (for a student) to:
a) assemble a Fusball table (quite a test of skills- it's no Ikea flatpack. This thing had a mammoth 108577399* pieces to fit together)
b) assemble a Wii and HD tv and test it i.e. play from 2pm to 5:30pm...

*an estimate

We also had beer and pizza. The beer was nice, I can't eat pizza.. the Wii was enough to keep me entertained.

You may recall that I mentioned an Irish lad. A pre-Bosnia entertainment. Well, after our marathon 2 hour chat the night we met and the small matter of a kiss, we met up for a drink the night before I left. Now, I was still officially with V at that point, so technically, just agreeing to a drink with a man I knew I'd probably kiss was wrong but anyhow, it was all down to timing. In my mind we'd broken up already.

So, now that I've finished trying to absolve myself... we were out for a drink, then a second. All the while not running out of any conversation. Sure, I had a couple of rough moments where I couldn't wholly understand his accent but otherwise it was fun. Despite being an arch feminist, it's nice when they insist (despite protest) to pay for your drink. Which he did.

Under the reasonable excuse of having a flight to catch the next day for Croatia, he walked me home. All the way home- despite him not knowing Edinburgh and knowing he'd have to retrace his steps. I took a deliberately circuituitous route so that none of V's or indeed the man himself would see me. My front door is rather irksomely situated on a busy thoroughfare making adultery a difficult game to play. Anyway, we kissed and he said he looked forward to seeing me when I got back. I, still wary of the openness of the surroundings said "sure!!" and ran off. I can't actually work out if I like him. It's irritating:

1. I don't want a boyfriend. I had a perfectly ok one but left him through choice.
2. I don't want any drama. M messed up my life for 6 months after we broke up, do not want to repeat that saga.
3. He's nice and all.. but.. he's just.. he's.. not special enough. Plus he's not rugged in any way. I like farmers for a reason- it's why I liked M: the ARMS. Man. Nice arms are just so amazing.. I haven't seen Irish laddie's arms but my guess is that they're not great.*

I've now been back a few days and after having completely forgotten about Irish, I receive a text from him. Good show. Except it's one of those irritating texts where you know it's for someone else and just because you're unlucky enough to be at the top of someone's number list, you get everyone's shite sent to your mobile. I text back to say hello and that he'd sent it to the wrong number. A blank text in response. Next day (today) another crappy-meant-for-someone-else text. I text back again with a little less good humour to tell him he's sent to the wrong person.

The thing is, I don't actually care if I see him again or not. What bothers me is my friend (who introduced us) telling me how much he was going on about me and our evening together and his friends saying he was smitten. Which is grand, I don't hold it against him but why not reply to apologise for sending me unintended texts?! I understand not texting for a drink (a week is a long time in datesville, and he's probably kissed other girls in the meantime), that's not what I'm after. It's the conflicting stories! I think it's a case of fanning the flames. I hope he doesn't text properly, I'm quite happy single: it's been a long time waiting.

*Basing this on my own discontentment, I've not seen them naked.