How does one respond, when asked by an Italian, if one likes to eat meat?

Text from LELI - In 2 years time, I might enroll for a mba at the business scholl in london or quit and travell for 6 months

My reply - 2 years? You’ll be married with kids in 2 years time.

His reply - Which is another option, but less easy to schedule

How cute!

People look for the weirdest things on the internet. Here are some of the recent gems which have found their way to my blog -

   1).   cat trauma
   2).   here is a picture of my pussy
   3).   when it comes to women - i am running blind
   4).   black minge
   5).   there she stood in the doorway
   6).   woman minge

and my personal favourite -

   7).   how to make a women pass out on her bed for at least 30 minutes

I’ve had some great sex in my time, but never actually passed out from it. Hey, mate, if you find out the last one, email me and we’ll have to meet!

I have sent off my application for the job I really want.

I have withdrawn my application for the job I don’t want at all.

I have sent my CV to the man in Awful Town, just in case…….

I got a semi-job offer - one of the managers of a different department who has also been at these meetings has been joking for the whole time about how nice it is to work where he does, and how he has jobs going which he would love us to apply.

I have joked along with him, saying I know just how awful the place is (it’s about 18 miles from where I grew up).

But last night, he was eating in the same restaurant as me and the fucking idiot (Indian, so I won that one in the end) and we joined him and his friend at the end of the meal. We got talking, and it turns out we both used to work for the same company many years ago (in fact it was down to him I changed roles) although I don’t remember him, and he doesn’t remember me. We got talking more about the jobs he had - turns out that he thought I was a higher level than I am, and was trying to offer me big boss jobs. I told him that it would never be sanctioned, and asked him what he had going at the level I wanted. “Whatever you want,” was the reply. “But doing what?” “Whatever you want - you tell me what you want to do, and I will make that job.”

He even mentioned salary - and it was a substantial amount more than I am on now, plus a car.

It will still be in Awful Town, and I really don’t want to go there, but if I don’t get the job I want where I am now, it is certainly an option to be considered.

I might send him my CV anyway. You never know.

I didn’t like him before now. Now I just can’t stand him.

Where do I start?

• his driving - so many things wrong here, including him constantly changing the seat position, the back position, the steering wheel position, while driving at 90 miles an hour
• his inability to stay within the lines, constantly driving on the edge of the fast lane so the car had an almost constant thrum
• the only person I have ever known manage to stall a car while driving on the motorway (”Whoops, I forgot this wasn’t an automatic”)
• his refusal to read road signs - in fact to even notice them
• his inability to remember the way - when we came off to go to a service station, and went round the roundabout almost the whole way to get to it, when heading back to the motorway he took the first exit
• when realising it was the wrong exit, he stopped, and actually had the car in reverse gear and the only thing stopping him from reversing up the sliproad was another car coming down
• just how close he drives to the car in front - at one point he was less than 6 feet from the next car, because it wasn’t going fast enough
• how it is obvious he only looks at the car in front - no further, and not to either side, so almost having an accident when a car in the middle lane indicates it wants to pull out, and he just puts his foot down
• when the car in front of him does slow down, the fact he doesn’t take his foot off the accelerator, but uses his left foot to apply the brake
• non-driving - his total arrogance that everything he says is right
• how he never made it down to breakfast at the agreed time, yet expected me to wait while he finished breakfast
• just how much he actually eats - not that I am a small eater, but having to watch him shovel down 3 sausages, 3 eggs, 3 slices of bacon, 3 hash browns and 3 slices of toast, followed by a danish pastry and a muffin - and often actually finishing before me, despite me having been there 10 minutes earlier
• his refusal to blow his nose, but to constantly ’sniff’ it all back up
• when it doesn’t ’sniff’ first time, how he puts his finger over one nostril and gives an extra hard ’sniff’ to move it all up the other nostril
• how he shoves his hand inside the front of his shirt while he is talking to me
• how he said he was not going to go for an indian meal last night, yet when I asked what else he fancied he has no idea, and so I go looking on the net for something (because I am waiting while he checks his important emails on his oh so important lap top, even though he knew I was waiting to leave because I wanted to go swimming), and when I show him some options he makes stupid comments in an attempt to be funny
• how he doesn’t realise that I don’t find them funny, even when I have closed down my web connection because I refuse to waste my time

The man is truly awful. I so need to not spend any time with him again, only all my friends seem to like him, so I know it’s not going to happen.

Off again this afternoon - yet more time with the awful A. And I think he’s driving this time - I really, really hate his driving. He scares me. Someone who doesn’t even notice motorway junctions (not just misses them from being in the wrong lane, he doesn’t even notice them, for fucks sake, there are enough signs, and it’s a road he travels regularly).

Still, nice curries to be had up there. And enormous naan bread.

But it wasn’t this good either!

I am getting *very* sick of people trying to throw me and A together. After the 3 days up north, he was already seriously winding me up.

Then, yesterday morning we had a “fun and exciting” treasure hunt. And I had been put in a team with A.

Then for the evening meal, I was fuming to discover that I had been seated next to him. I just couldn’t fucking get away from him.

He makes my skin crawl.

And I just wish people would fuck off and stop trying to fix me up. Especially with such a fucking social inadequate as this bloke.