The Unreliability of Boys.

I believe in many things. Jesus Christ. Gnomes. The Bermuda Triangle. Santa (kidding). But of all these excellent beliefs, the one which I'm prepared to swear by is this: The Unreliability of Boys.

Capitalised like that, The Unreliability of Boys could be some sort of mystical object. Substitute Unreliability for Icecream and you'll see what I mean. But The Unreliability of Boys is really just that - the fact that the male species, and especially the teenage subspecies, is REALLY unreliable.

I'll start my story with a brief timetable of my holidays. I officially left school at the beginning of November to study for and participate in exams. Exams finished on the 1st of December. From then 'til school starts again in early February is the official holidays. You'd think that some time in those more-than-2-months you'd be able to see the boy who lives 10 metres away across the road (Reuben) and his ubiquitous best friend (Jack)? Well, apparently not. First of all, they both vanish off the planet for the first month. Then, finally, they reappear in early January. I know this because my bedroom window has a fantastic view of his living room (I'm not a stalker or anything... or am I? o.O). So I run round to Reuben's place and barge into his house, just to annoy him (hes's painfully shy/scared of girls. I'll write a post on that later), and ask when Jack will be there. Reuben stutters something about him coming round tomorrow or the day after. Ok, fine. I'll wait.

Tomorrow comes. Tomorrow goes. The day after comes. I get bored and call Reuben - Jack should be round the next day. Great.

The day after goes. The next day comes. I'm content to just wait patiently - I have a good enough view of Reuben's front door to know when Jack arrives. By 2pm, however, I'm getting a bit restless. When Reuben's mother Annie arrives in the street to chat to my mum, I know my chance has come. I jump off the computer seat and run to stand next to my mum. At one of the gaps in the conversation I ask Annie politely when Jack will be here. She replies that he's meant to be coming round on Saturday. SATURDAY?! IT'S WEDNESDAY!!! >:(

I can be a very patient person. Usually knowing that Jack'll be round on Saturday when it's only Wednesday is fine by me. This would be the case, if I were in town on Saturday. In reality I'll be away, drowning, on a tramp (I'm like a magnet for bad weather while anything outdoorsy is going on). I leave the day before Jack comes round and get back two days after he's been. What lousy timing is that? However, even that wouldn't be too bad if Jack was going to come around again, later, which he will. But where will I be? Camping 300 kilometres away, of course. After I get back it's the beginning of school. So... maybe I'll see him next summer?

Fuck you, universe.