Girlfriend

OK so now I see the point of a journal. It’s not like I could tell anyone else. I can just hear the conversation me n Fabrizio would have:

Me: “So bro, you remember that girl, Sol, I told you about? The surf babe who fancies me? Well I asked her out today (by note) and she turned me down so now I’m going out with Mar, the girl you said had the temperament of an ass and the looks of – well – an ass.”
Bro (mumbling half-heartedly): “Yeah – you boning her?”
Me (lying to get his attention): “Sure bro.”
Bro (still paying more attention to his reflection than to me): “Huh!”

Or Mum:
Me: “Oh by the way, Mum – I’ve got a girlfriend.” (No doubt I’d be grinning foolishly hoping she’d be pleased.)
Mum (looking delighted): “Ooh is it that lovely girl Sol?”
Me (furious): “Why should it be Sol? She’s not the only nice girl in the world is she?”
Mum (seeing right through me and smiling placatingly – the way she does when Dad gets in one of his ‘rages’.): “Oh – ok carino, who is it then?”
Me (sulky and ashamed): “Mar.”
Mum (unable to hide her horror): “Oh – oh, well that’s nice. It’s good that you don’t hate her any more.”
And then I’d have to leave the room before I could think about hitting her for knowing me so well.

Dad:
Me: “Hey Dad, I got a girlfriend.”
Dad: “Shut up and pass me my needle!”
OK it’s not really like that, much, I exaggerate to keep the guys from asking too much.

Diego (this one really happened):
Me: “Kiosko mate?”
Diego (pathetically optimistic): “Football?”
Me: “Nah! Gotta meet the girls”
Diego (disgusted): “Why?”
Me (shrugging like it’s no big deal): “Boyfriend duties.”
Diego (if I’d thought he was disgusted before…): “Que? Quien?”
Me (mumbling): “Mar.”
Diego (I don’t need to tell you how disgusted): “Que? Porque?”
Me (shrugging again and lying through my teeth): “She’s actually less of a bitch than Sol and that makes her prettier as far as I’m concerned?”
Diego (utter disbelief): “Huh?”
Diego (scornful sneer coming on): “You’ve been duped mate.”
Me (to myself as my friend turns his back on me and walks away): You don’t know how right you are mate. You don’t know how right you are…
Because, of course, that’s exactly what did happen. Mar duped me. Sol said no and she saw her chance and leapt in there, persuading me that we could make Sol jealous.
As if it’ll make a difference.
She’ll just be relieved she doesn’t have to worry about me following after her anymore. And when she gets it into her head to get a boyfriend it’ll be someone else…
Mar came to the kiosko alone. But she made sure as many people as possible saw us together.