A WEEK IN MY LIFE (episode 3 part 1)

Monday February 14th 1994

With '2 Unlimited' at number one in the UK charts and 'True Romance' in the cinemas, you find me still living with my mum. I'm age 19. I watch tv a lot and love music. I still print for Raiseprint and have a girlfriend called SC. She is a larger girl than I would expect for myself. She has black hair and is half Irish. Why am I seeing her? She was the first next to be interested and I thought why not? 
I remember I liked her eyes and her accent. When you meet someone you don't know what they have to offer you until you have dated a bit. 
Now SC and I had got off to an awkward start as we both seemed to tussle for control over the other. 
I had a job though and she didn't. She somehow afforded cigarettes though. I didn't smoke. I had no one else but ex's to show me any interest and so took her as my new girlfriend. 
 Anyway this day in question was Valentines Day. I had dropped off my card and £3.99 flowers at her house on Keighley. I was going through the motions as I had no actual feelings for her as of yet. I wasn't actually scheduled to see her today as I girlfriend days were a set pattern. Wednesday's and weekends. 
I didnt budge if I could help it. I needed my own time, (it makes me shudder with knowing what I know now about me wanting to be single forever now, due to my time being SO precious to me) and so had the evening to myself. I bathed and shaved at 6:16pm my diary assures me strangely. I rang my mate Ste and continued writing a letter to my mate Dan who I expect must've been at Uni. 
My diary also states that I had washed my hair at the behest of SC. she must've commented that It was dirty. Also on this day in history I noted that I would never again eat two chip buttys for dinner and I never have so far. 


Tuesday 15th February 1994

SC persuaded me to see her because she was probably bored and it having been valentines day, probably thought I couldn't really refuse without a good reason. So I picked her up as I drove and  she didn't. We were in my bedroom watching such delights as Eastenders and The Brit Awards. I asked her if I was seeing her on Friday and she replied that she would be in 'The Cellar Bar'. I said that I was going to be there with my friends and didn't really want to see her then as her turn with me was planned as being Saturday. Fucking women, I thought, why don't they just stay where you put them. 

Wednesday 16th February 1994

I went for a pint with my sisters father who was now an ex of my mums. We went to 'The Guide' which was a pub on a hill close by but which was always dead practically. We chatted about my sister and him and my mum. He bought me two pints and he was someone to confide in in a way. 
I arrived home and found a letter from my ex, known as LM. 
LM needs her own segment one day so let's put that on the back burner. 
I was really happy to get a letter off LM. I kept a box of letters and trinkets from all ex girlfriends and had them up until I moved in with my now ex wife in 2003/4. 
I kind of regret throwing it out now although if I was to look in it I think I would be overcome with emotion. 

LM always made me feel that someone loved me. So I signed off my evening with a very large "I LOVE ME" which became a sign off that repeated for years to come. 

This was a dirty and broken bit of my life where I wanted new experiences with girls aswell as old lovers to be all over me. Obviously I was let down on all counts. I tried my best to build up my own confidence but actually ended up looking a childish dick. Did anyone know how to do things right at 19? 

To be continued......