Police issue handcuffs are heavy. I realised that today. Police issue handcuffs are also expensive; I gotta stop impulse buying.
That said, I've realised that I've put myself in a bit of a bind. I am currently in a love/sex triangle with The Syrian and Ant, and I am going to add a fourth corner in the person of Zodiac.
Valentines night, Zodiac dropped Raj and his girlfriend home, and then me. After the ride together, Raj called me up and told me that he thinks that Zodiac and I have a connection, and even his girlfriend thought so. He ordered me to get over the fact that Zodiac is a big guy, and to get with him. Well, I am considering it.
The next day, I skipped class to stay back late in work, and when I called Zodiac to tell him this, he told me he'd come see me after class was over. As promised, he showed up at my front gate a couple hours later, and we sat in the front seat and spoke for a little while before he presented me with my Valentines Day present.
Prior this, no one had ever bothered to buy me a Valentines present (text messages, phone calls, and cards don't count), not that I really cared, but here was my first. From Zodiac. A wallet-chain. The wallet had a skull on it and could be easily detached from the chain. I loved it. I had mentioned briefly to Zodiac that I had always wanted one of those things a couple of weeks ago, and he found Valentines day the perfect opportunity to get one for me...
I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing. I am doing everything on impulse. I can't help it. While aging should be directly proportional to personal growth, it appears the reality is quite the inverse. I feel like I am becoming more immature as time passes, wilder, highly impulsive, and careless.
In the lobby of the school on Wednesday, before I entered my class, Kev, Raj, Maury, and I were talking.
Raj: "What's going on? Where's your red or your pink?"
Me: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Kev: "It's Valentines day. All the women are wearing either pink or red."
I was wearing a green suit.
Raj: "Wait, wait, wait. Girls like them does be on heights. You know what I think... I think she is wearing pink... but you can't see it... My guess is... My guess is... the panties."
It was only by happenstance I had put on pink panties that morning - it was the closest thing to my hand when I reached into my panty-drawer. It was very much a luck of the drawer, or drawers, to be quite frank.
I smiled at Raj, and nodded.
Raj: "Ahh... but you see. We cannot just accept hearsay. You must present evidence!"
I turned around and lifted my blouse a bit to show the zip at the back of my pants, and motioned as if I were going to pull it down. But stopped. I laughed.
Me: "Do it for real?"
Raj: "Yeah! Do it nah!"
So I did. Pulled the zip all the way down, and my pink-pantied arse was in plain view of the entire lobby. Of course only Kev, Raj, and Maury were there, but there were 4 avenues for people to unexpectedly appear - the staircase to enter the lobby from the street outside, the hallway from classrooms 1 to 3, the (glass!) doors from the seating area, and the office which was basically separated from the lobby by a desk. No one caught me before I zipped my pants back up, but I only realised how dangerous what I had done was when, 2 minutes later, the teacher of the class I was supposed to be in walked past us from the seating area.
I hope this is a phase.