Dreadful Nonsense

My good friend D was over last night. I've not seen her since she got back from holidays in Italy, and last night I found her to be all refreshed and gleaming, and newly in love. Now, this isn't unusual in D - she's newly in love almost as often as I buy new runners (and that's damn often, people). What's unusual this time round is that her new love is very much entrenched in Italy, while she's back here in Ireland. Still in love. With her new long distance boyfriend.

Now, before I go on, I have to make it very clear here that the following is very much about MY GOOD FRIEND D, and very much NOT about me. Is that clear enough? I think I've made that clear. This is NOT one of those times where I'm talking as if about someone else, whereas in fact it's all very much about me. THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME. Okay then. We can continue.

We got to talking late last night about boys, and more specifically about boys and mobile phones. Her new long distance relationship is at the moment very much text message based, with her new long distance boyfriend sending her new long distance text messages in very broken English, with some beautifully touching spelling mistakes and strange sentence structure.

We moved on to talking about how both of my sisters have inexplicably started whoring themselves in and around the Dublin singles scene with the apocalyptic result that last weekend they both very much copped off with boys. These boys took the mobile phone numbers of my sisters, and promised phone calls and text messages.

For one of my sisters, the boy in question kept this promise, and texted her the following day. She rang me to find out what she should text back. (I hysterically instructed her to "sign it with kisses!!!", advice which she steadfastly refused to take.) She replied. The boy never texted back. Ever again.

For the other of my sisters, the waiting continued for a while until the indignation and finally acceptance stages occurred, when it became perfectly clear that there would be no messages, text or otherwise. Although we all put a brave face on it, in her weaker moments she can still be heard mumbling "but why would he say he would, and then not..?" and we pass her chocolate and mumble back about all men being bastards.

Last night, me and my good friend D were both sitting in my room, clutching our phones, and occasionally giggling and passing back and forth said phones so that we could read each other's messages, in that way girls have of sharing everything in too much detail sometimes. I put forward the suggestion to D that, sometimes, it's very difficult being permanently available to anyone who wants to contact you at any time, night or day, and to find that more often than not, people aren't really interested in being in contact with you at any time, night or day. D wholeheartedly agreed, as did both my sisters when I suggested the same thing to them earlier in the day.

Mobile phones and boys are the pretty much the bane of our lives.

(Okay, so it turns out that this post is actually pretty much about me. Go figure.)

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Dreadful Nonsense

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