Dear Catastrophe Boyfriend

I’ve got a boyfriend.

Well, Greg seems to think so anyway.

At first, I thought I was just getting in contact with the friend of a boyfriend of a mother of a friend of mine (that’s Greg) to see if he could offer me a job in his awesome coffee shop. And now in the latest of our e-mails i realise this is a whole different teapot of haddock as he has asked me which shifts my boyfriend works! I have never mentioned a boyfriend. Largely because I was not aware I had one, but also it seems an unnecessary topic of conversation with a potential employer.

So, I have a boyfriend now? And he’s got a job? Nice. Open-mouthed smile

But this is far from a complaint. The lack of unnecessary formality, the mystery boyfriend, the casual conversations and the atmosphere of the coffee shop itself all appeal to me and I would love love love to work there… more so than in the silly little bakery I have an interview in on Tuesday!

Still, any money is good money, especially if it can go into one of my four summer travel plans:

1) Interrailing around Europe with Lola (friend from old school, now studying English in York), visiting some or all of Belgium (Bene! Helene!), France (Anne-Lise! Lu-Luke!), Germany (Melanie! Nathalie! Wiebcke!), Austria, Liechtenstein, Slovenia, Hungary (Sanyi!) and the Czech Republic (Katinka!).

2) Visit Sony (German expat living in Spain, met in Camp 85) in Barcelona and stay a week or so in Begur to soak up sunshine and enjoy a nice siesta. Also maybe visit Ruth (camp 85) or Ainara (camp 43) in other parts of Spain.

3) Scandinavia trip! This is a vague plan, but at the moment it looks a little like this: Fly to Norway and Interrail through Sweden to Denmark, visiting friends along the way (not to self: ask friends). Get the ferry from Denmark to Iceland, visiting the magical Faeroe islands along the way. Stay about three weeks in Iceland, travelling and SEEDs camping. Fly back to England

4) GEORGIA. I have no travel companion for this though so if you feel like coming with me PLEASE DO!

 

But NONE of that is happening unless I get an income, so I hope Greg gives me a job. Because if nothing else, where else am I going to find my intellectual-hippy freak-folk musical tree-house-building hair-I-can-touch-all-the-time boyfriend?

I hope he looks a bit like this:

Oh, what, you don’t understand the grizzly brooding unwashed Viggo love? Well have a look at this, and tell me you can resist his Danish charms!

YEAH.

THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT.

END OF.

3 thoughts on “Dear Catastrophe Boyfriend

  1. YAY. VISIT MEEEEE :3
    Me being weird gingerly viking person.
    AND VIGGO MORTENSEN IS ONLY HAWT IN LOTR. With short hair and a shaved face, the cool gruffy MANLY MAN-ness disappears for me. He just looks.. blocky.
    HURRR, I DISSED YOUR CRUSH OMG IMMA BE DEAD NAO?
    xD

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  2. IMMA DIS' YOUR BOYFRIEND TOO. WHATCHA GONNA DO?
    Srsly. The hairy chest, wide chin and manryness does nothing for me. 😐

    BUT YEAH. I TOTALLY REALISED I CAN COMMENT ON THIS NOW. Still can't work out how to /follow/ you, but it's a start! 8D

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