What would you do for a Mars bar?
I like silly bets. This blog rather proves that. Just under a month ago FleetStreetFox wagered me that I still wouldn’t be seeing The Virginian a month later.
I laughed at her suggestion and the stakes got pretty high, to the point that a whole mars bar was involved. Yes, we don’t mess about when it comes to wagers.
Anyway, give that it was a bet, I didn’t want to lose. A lot.
Not wanting to lose has extended the thing with the Virginian probably beyond the point when I would have normally given up. Even with the lure of a mars bar I’ve rather reached my limit.
The Virginian had wanted to meet up on Saturday night but I said it was unlikely because I was moving house. The move took far less time than I expected, and so I was lured out to a pub by Biscuit.
The following text exchange is from that evening and is completely unedited.
Toast: My word has got cold
Virginian: Yeah I had to get a hat on
Toast: What sort of hat? I am drinking with Biscuit in King’s Cross as part of a ‘hurrah London’ celebration.
Virginian: Knit. I have plans for tonight.
Toast: Good stuff.
Virginian: You insisted that you’d be busy so I made other plans. Have a good one!
Toast: I know. I am a spaz.
<five hours pass the next message is at 2am>
Virginian: You are. What’s shakin?
Virginian: Come over
<At about 5am I had to make an urgent call on the porcelain telephone so I was up and groaning about how I was never drinking again, ever.>
Toast: Crashed out by the time I got this. Nasty hangover brewing.
Virginian: I just woke up. Bad hangover as well. Pub hopped then met up with a group and went to a club? I’m going back to sleep.
Toast: I wish I could sleep
Virginian: Yeah I’m up now. Cuppa tea, toast, and a lovely sky.
Virginian: Hahaha my bedside clock was reset, I thought it was 1:30pm. Shit it’s only 8.
Toast: Yup. A whole day of being hungover ahead of you.
Virginian: I actually feel pretty good. Just had some oj and headache medicine. Just lost my voice again, but I think from yelling.
Toast: Can I come and visit?
Virginian: I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll see you at your party.
Toast: *sad face*
Virginian: You’ve taken me for granted. Congrats on the move and all that jazzzz.
Toast: Can I take you out for brunch?
< days pass >
And that ladies and gentlemen is how you piss off Toast. I offered her brunch and she never even replied. Brunch, who doesn’t like brunch?
FleetStreetFox gave this review of the Virginian
You should listen to me to start with. It will save on confectionary in the long run. A woman who is a mature student is mad. A woman who is not on her own continent is running from madness. And someone who chucks a bloke out immediately post-bonk has passive-aggressive commitment issues.
And she probably like cats too.
Needless anti-cat sentiment aside I think FleetStreetFox is on to something, and it looks like I’ll be buying her a Mars Bar.
She is wise, but also very smug.