games nights.

To put it nicely, my boyfriend is a geek!

His friends are nerds and they all get together to be lame and have a "games night" this is where they sit around like weirdo's for up to 12+ hours at once and play xbox.    
                     ...Because like seriously, what could be more boring fun!

So this week in particular is one that is so ridiculously dork-ish i thought i had to share it!

The boyfriend got back two nights ago.
          Night One : He went to a games night from the afternoon until the middle of the night.
          Night Two : He was meant to go to a games night but fell asleep instead - but when he awoke at 2am he of course tried really hard to get in contact with the other boys to see if the games night was still going and if he could go round or it was too late.
         Night Three : He is once again at a games night, that finishes at god knows what time.
         Night Four : The games night is at our place. (This normally starting around 6 and finishing mid day when i decide it's time for me and the boyfriend to go out for brunch)
Then there is Two more nights left... hopefully there will be no more "games nights" but of course there will be xbox-ing.

NERD ALERT OR WHAT?!

And the saddest part is, I've grown accustom to it, and the weeks that there is no games night are unfamiliar and 'different'.

Lots Of Love,
Pretty Little Bitch Girl
xx 

The Boyfriends Roots.

So my boyfriend was a bit of a tramp before we met (not that i can judge, nor care as it was his past not present/future) and somehow things creep up to linger in my subconscience. Not often, but still often enough.
                  ....And there's nothing i can do about it.
Besides feel lousy.

To give you an example of the times that i ended up feeling like shit about myself (for who knows what reason) ....

A few months ago we were all out at the local pub for our ritual saturday night though my boyfriend was away that week. I got talking with my bestfriend and another girl (who i have become friends with since meeting through the group surrounding my boyfriend) about general girl talk. As we are in the middle of a conversation nothing to do with anything important the girl says '...me and ...boyfriends name.. used to fuck...' thats all i really remember except the fact all the alcohol then rushed to my emotions which didnt help. Luckily my dearest bestie was there to say she needed the bathroom and drag me with her before i could become a mess in front of people. 
                     Two things though;                 
                                                   Why did that have to be brought that up in converstaion and make me pretend i didnt care and that i already knew - as to not be awkward - (which i think i should have already known but didn't)
                                                 And secondly why would i have not known this? why would my boyfriend not have told me?! I hang out with this girl, shouldn't i know you've fucked? But that's ok that i didn't know my mind now can play fun games like 'think of all the depressing reasons why he didn't tell you' - woo fun!

I got over that one pretty fast though. About the time my alcohol wore off.. or a few days later.. i can't quite remember.

But here we go, example number two. And this one sucks!

The other week i met and had drinks with one of my boyfriend and the boys' old friend ..who just to add is younger than me and prettier too!... this girl i'd heard bits about but not much. The main thing i'd heard was she'd slept with one of the boys' ..i'll call him Cody for arguments sake. I'd also heard a rumor she'd slept with my boyfriend and before meeting i asked him 'is she pretty?' He'd responded by telling me not at all (apparently in his opinion) and asked 'have you slept with her?' and he replied to my question with 'Cody slept with her.' this making me as anyone else would do the same take the sleeping question as a no.
So we went out for drinks, ra ra ra.
Then a week-ish later comments on a facebook status breach the topic that yes my boyfriend had fucked her. as the comments went...
                       boyfriend: blablabla...you fucked Cody...blablabla
                                girl: I fucked you too
                      boyfriend: blablabla
As i am left there wondering why my boyfriend indirectly lied to me about it and what does talking about it mean my boyfriend continues his stupid conversation about it. I don't joke with my ex's about how we used to fuck because i don't care so by talking about it on a public place for everyone to see shows what exactly, that you still care? I don't know.
      But i do know avoiding my question before meeting her about the relationship between you guys and telling me it was one of the other boys (though this was true) not you is deffinately not a wise idea for the future!

So that's it.
Ex fucks should your partner know or not? what about if your partner knows the person, should you tell them then?
Cos not telling them i'm sure isn't the best choice to go with.

Lots Of Love,
Pretty Little Bitch Girl
xx

The Psychotic Ex.

So we all have that one Ex that just refuses to let go and move on. The one that thinks the sun really does shine from your ass. The one that hangs around only managing to irritate you and make situations for themselves worse in relation to new partners. Yes, we all have one of them, or possibly you may have more.. if you could ever be that lucky.

 These Ex's are like a disease. A disease you wish you listened to your beloved friend’s advice and purchased that $8.50 bottle of bug repellent and liberally used it before pursuing your relationship with the infected bug.

The 'Clingy' stage. This may be one of the most irritating traits a person can have. If you think it is cute or sweet, I must bluntly tell you that you are wrong! This type of personality behaviorism is quite literally a major turn off. I once knew of a young man to be so clingy that he got to the stage to follow his miss' to the bathroom of her own house only to wait outside the door. I am yet to find out why the young man felt this necessary, perhaps he thought the bathroom window was large enough for her escape from his intense clinginess.. unfortunately it was not. So I suggest if your young gentleman does this, run for the hills where ever this may be, you can climb out your extremely small bathroom window or to hide in the dog’s house until he has left. Either way I suggest you pack up and take your beautiful shades of lippy home from his house, change streets, phone numbers, possibly get a face transplant, and continue on life without the leach before he continues to suck the life out of you.

The 'I Will Tell All Your Friends How Much I Am Still In Love With You' stage. This stage, although doesn't bother the one being admired, I do feel quite sympathetic for their outstanding friends who get to sit around and hear about their amazingness, incredible laugh, smile, the way they flick their hair, the way they sneeze, every little detail that nobody really gives a crap about. If you are currently listening to one of your darling friends' psycho Ex's tell you about how amazing they are please remind them you know and so does their new partner, regardless of if they have one or not.

Lots Of Love,

          Pretty Little Bitch Girl

                                xx