Sunday afternoon. Sitting on the rooftop. Definitely not thinking about that person I said I wouldn’t think about. Is it working? No, of course not.
That being said, I did get my trip to the Lotus done today. Shopping for groceries and toiletries in Thailand. So glamorous, I know. I picked up all my basics as well as some snacks and drinks. As I suspected, the trip was sufficient enough to distract me from the London Fog. Whatever we are calling him today. I am not thinking about him. I am busy, I have a life, I am here to establish myself in my career, whatever that may be.
It’s not like I came here just to see him. I came here because this is my new favorite neighborhood spot. I met him at the end of my first trip when I was living in a different neighborhood. This place is not that. This is my first place, which I preferred even though it’s more expensive. It’s a convenience thing. I stay at home most of the time anyway.
So here I am, writing on the rooftop just as I was before, looking out over the skyline Bangkok and thinking to myself, “Well, this is pretty great, even if it doesn’t work out with any of these guys.”
I’m sure he’ll manage to find space for me in his schedule next week. You know, now that he has some warning and it’s not a complete surprise. At least, I hope so. I really need to get laid. I prefer it be with someone I already know intimately…
Anyway, I ordered a large platter of food from Grab in order to further my attempts to forget about him. He is the one missing out on my amazing hospitality. I can go out anytime I choose and pick up a brand new hot man. I do not need him.
Just a reminder to myself that I am fabulous. Fabulous and looking forward to the dinner I planned just for me without a man there to ruin it. Plus dessert, because I’ve earned it.
The extravagance continues…
I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, lol. Writing a book, I suppose?
About what, we don’t know. We just sit back and observe the events that occur as the days pass by…
So here I am, pretending to be very busy and important even though we all know I’m really not. I’m not thinking about him. I am thinking about the food in my fridge and the food I ordered on Grab. I am imagining the chocolate and cheese platter I am making for myself. He doesn’t get to have any. All of this food is just for me. So there.
Well, not to worry fam, there’s a hot guy standing over nearby speaking Portuguese who keeps looking at me with a sexy smile. See, I told you. Male attention is the most abundant resource on the planet. There’s never a newer, hotter model very far away.
Boa tarde, baby…
Lol, he just said hello. See, I told you… if only he knew what I was writing over here. Looks like he’s got the classic Brazilian beach body.
Okay, so who is British Guy again?
I am at the international worldwide banquet, okay? If he wants to keep me, he’s going to have to put more effort in to stop me from getting bored with him. Right now there is zero effort happening. It’s quite disappointing.
I’m so ready for dinner right now. All of these metaphors about food make me so hungry. This delivery is taking forever. I guess I will just return to my room for now so I can have a snack.
Farewell for now…