Tired Relationships Abound – Mad Chaos: March 15, 1998

Another day passed, and now of a day passed where I write of adventures in the City and relaxation at my house. 

Imad Argues With Dina

Last night, after my entry, Ali called me.  He told me that Imad was at his house and they were ready to come to my house.  Turning off the computer, I walked out to the front in clothes I haven’t worn for a while but used to wear back in the days, and waited.  There I sat impatient for over 45 minutes until I walked back in my house angry. 

Calling Ali’s house, his mum was home.  She said they were already gone.  Calling Dina’s house I found out that Imad had picked Dina up.  They were at her house while Imad was arguing with her for the past half an hour.  Imad told me he would be a couple of seconds, but I knew the real story as I waited at home.

An hour passed while I impatiently listened to music.  Then I heard Imad’s car at the front of my house.  Jumping in the car and bringing Dr Dre with me, I greeted Ali and Imad as we sat in the car.  Imad borrowed my phone.  We called Dina back up before leaving and Imad argued some more.

Dina Has Some Guy’s Phone Number

The whole fight happened when Imad picked Dina up from work.  Dina was talking to this guy at the door.  Imad was telling her to hurry up but she was being hard in front of the guy and telling him to wait.  Taking her home he found out somehow that she had a number in her pocket.  After some arguing, Imad got the home number off Dina but not the mobile number that was also in her pocket. 

Dina was being very protective of the number.  At the same time she told Imad it was one of her girl friend’s number.  No one in the car believed it, as Imad tried to get the mobile number.  Imad screamed at Dina over the phone while we were parked out the front of my house.  Things got so loud I asked him to reverse down the street.

Imad stayed on my phone for half an hour.  Then hanging up on her we all had a laugh.  Then we headed for the City. 

Seeing A Lyssa Lookalike

The girls were visiting Bondi Beach for some coffee and dinner.  Ali kept asking me if I had known where Penelope was, but I told him I didn’t have a clue.

Firstly, we visited Woodbine McDonald’s.  Just before driving up the driveway we noticed a girl with very blonde hair, as long as Lyssa’s hair, wearing Lyssa’s clothes, Lyssa’s shoes, Lyssa’s complexion, Lyssa’s height and Lyssa’s weight.  Heck, the guy she was with even looked like someone Lyssa would go out with, tall, curly brown hair below his neck, surfer looking king of guy. 

We all held our breath passing the two as they held hands and walked up to Woodbine. 

Imad said “Man I hope that’s not Lyssa.”

For a second my heart dropped, but I knew that wouldn’t be Lyssa and she would be in the City.  Even though the girl (from behind) had a splitting image of Lyssa, everyone in the car thought so.

Check The Female’s Identity

Stopping the car in the middle of the road, we sat there and watched the both of them in curiosity.  As she slightly turned her head, I noticed it wasn’t Lyssa but she had a nice face nevertheless. 

“What would you do if that was Lyssa,” Imad asked me.

My reply was, “I would jump out of the car with your bat, walk over to him and break his head open, hope my boys follow trend and start bashing into him.  Then when he was almost dead, start bitching at my woman.”  That moment in time really brought my thoughts home to me.

Lyssa told me today as I explained this phenomenon to her that the girl could have been someone a year below her in St. Patrick’s school.  There was a girl called Nylah a year below Lyssa that everyone thought looked like her.  Lyssa and the girl would be archenemies at school.  Lyssa told me that all her friends thought the girl was a splitting image of Lyssa.  Lyssa also told me that the girl (Nylah) was actually going out with a guy that fitted my description.

Imad’s Birthday Cruise Through Sydney

Anyway nothing was happening at Woodbine McDonald’s, so we started driving towards Sydney.  Rain started to sprinkle as we headed through Liverpool.  As the raindrops came down and covered the road, we listened to the system pumping.  On the way to Sydney we bought some food to eat.  Then the rest of the way was speeding and swerving through traffic.

Finally in the City, I had plans that we visit Eros Theatre to see Tori at midnight but we didn’t leave for the City until midnight, so those plans were scrapped.  Instead, we drove to King’s Cross.  We decided not to stop and explore when we noticed a couple of cop cars and lots of police officers on the streets stopping a fight. 

Not much time was spent in the City, as we started heading back home because it was mostly dead.  As I knew, Ali wanted to drive past Oxford Street to see if Penelope was at the ‘Temple’ so he could spy on her.  She wasn’t there.

Cruise Back Home

From there we drove back towards home.  On the way we were all mucking around in the car having a muck around fight.  The road was wet.  As we were all throwing punches, Ali would grab the wheel and turn it.  I would grab Imad’s head and move it around obscuring his vision of the road in the dead of night.  It wasn’t that smart but it was funny.

Stopping at McDonald’s at Sefton we each bought a meal.  We sat near the car eating.  There were two cars full of pretenders on the other side of the car park, and a lady in pink hot pants that had just jumped out of a rotary.  Not eating our chips, instead we decided to throw them at each other in and out of the car.

Having our fun, we drove back to Campbelltown and basically headed straight home.  Imad done some burnouts near Ali’s house and then dropped him off, as we shook his hand and said goodbye.  Imad then dropped me off at my house and was heading for Dina’s house.  So that was Imad’s birthday party thing.  We didn’t even give him punches, nothing special really.  Now Imad is turning 19 on Tuesday.  Things aren’t going that swell for him.

Lyssa Recaps Her Night Out

Going to sleep I was woken up in the morning by a phone call from Lyssa at 11:30am.  Lyssa was giving me a wakeup call.  We both explained what we had done the night before.  Lyssa did travel to Bondi, visited a restaurant and had coffee at a bar.  Then the four girls chatted away for a couple of hours.  From there they drove through the City and past Oxford Street but didn’t visit any nightclubs.  Lyssa told me of a woman that she had seen on Oxford Street.  Lyssa said this was the most gorgeous looking lady they had ever seen.  She was wearing “fuck me” boots that fit her beautiful legs perfectly, adorned with a white dress that was short and had splits up her legs.  The lady had a gorgeous brown tan that fit the color of her white dress. 

With blonde hair that was the length of Lyssa’s and straightened along with how tall she was, and the fact that she had a beautiful face with makeup and sucking on a lollypop made the girls follow her up the street. 

The girls were so obsessive over trying to take a picture of this woman it was unbelievable.  So if the girls thought she was an absolute glamour and went through all that trouble to see her, imagine what the boys would have been like?

Lyssa had to visit Nikita’s house today for a little surprise party for her birthday.  She was reaching her house at 1pm.  I told her to take her camera and take some pictures.  Hanging up the phone I had a shower and then started playing on the computer, when Ali called me.

Ali Getting Tired Of Penelope

Ali seems to be seeing green as he is getting more and more jealous and curious with Penelope.  Every moment he isn’t with her he wants to know what she is doing.  When she goes out with her friends he never trusts her and wants to spy.  It gets to the point where he is obsessive about Penelope. 

Then for the rest of the night you hear the other side of him and how he’s just getting sick of her attitude and how he just wants to go out and pick up girls.  It’s sickening and funny to see them putting on an act in front of all to show that they are living a fairytale, but it’s just not like that.

Ali and I talked on the phone today about exactly that subject.  He kept wanting to know where Penelope was, since he hadn’t been talking to her since yesterday.  From what I knew, Penelope had given Lyssa a lift to Nikita’s house.  She also attended the small party.

Nikita Plans Her Beach Cabin Birthday

Playing some computer and a couple of hours later, I heard Penelope’s car out the front of my house.  Lyssa was getting dropped off.  Very happy to see Lyssa (and due to eating sausages whilst she came I had bad breath) I gave her a kiss on the cheek.  She told me of the party she had just been to for four hours.  As we both lay down on my bed, we started to talk about tomorrow and the weekend coming.

Nikita has rented the cabin at Wollongong for Friday and Saturday night, so Lyssa might be staying over for both nights.  Lyssa and I felt aroused as we were talking on the phone this morning about being horny. 

Fun Under The Bed Sheets

On that note I closed my curtains as the sun was still shining.  As I lay in my boxer shorts, I started taking articles of clothing from Lyssa’s body until she was almost bare.  Under a thin bed sheet, we bared all and experienced a different time to usual because we had the hidden spectrum of day no longer hiding us like night does.

For an hour or more and unprotected, we sweated and heaved our masses of body parts in a motion that would satisfy all.  Both of us were satisfied after the ordeal.  Lyssa was ecstatic with pleasure.  Me, I was real happy as I got to see everything and explore with my eyes, something that doesn’t often happen.

Lyssa’s Comments Make Me Suspicious

After that Lyssa lay and watched some television as we kissed and cuddled.  We were talking about Imad and how he was arguing with Dina last night.  I told her how he would hit Dina if she cheated. 

What surprised me was that out of the blue almost an hour later after the conversation we had, Lyssa noted, “I don’t think Imad would hit Dina,” like she had been thinking about Imad for the past hour above everything else.  It was just how she said it and when she said it that brought back floods of memories, but I didn’t question her. 

What she said didn’t have to be said to me.  It didn’t prove anything, and she knows that I hate when she talks about Imad, and especially this.  There’s no denying it.  Lyssa is different around Imad and always reacts differently when I speak of him. 

That made me think of the day that Imad gave Lyssa a lift home from my house one night after Lyssa had been at my house, I think when she was by herself.  From what I remember we talked in the car for a while.  Then Imad gave Lyssa a lift back home.

I’m not sure what they would have talked about in the car but I found out a day later that supposedly cops had pulled Imad’s car over at the front of Lyssa’s house.  Lyssa walked home and left Imad out there.  What I can’t remember is did Lyssa give me a call that night?  I don’t think she did. 

What they talked about in the car doesn’t really matter but the energy that they might have felt between each other would make a difference.  Looking back in my Diary, the only time I can find that Imad gave Lyssa a lift home was a month after we started dating.  She was over my house in her school uniform and late at night Imad gave her a lift home.

Lyssa Upset About Saying Goodnight

Lyssa’s mum came to pick her up around 9pm. Then as soon as Lyssa got back home she gave me a courtesy call before she crashed.  Lyssa seems to think more and more these days that I don’t care as much for her anymore.  Tonight as we were hanging up I didn’t say goodnight to her.  She called me back as a result of that and backed up her story with her evidence. 

The truth was that we were arguing over the fact that she wasn’t listening to me and she hung up the phone after a minute of saying goodbye.  There is a miniscule bit of truth in what she says, but I think that I’m just opening my eyes and broadening my thoughts once again.

The Drifting In Our Relationship

Lyssa and I jumped into a stage where we would be with each other every day and I would stop hanging out with my friends and she would do the same.  It didn’t help when we both didn’t have jobs, and then I had an argument with Ali.  That brought us closer together.  I became hooked with Lyssa but didn’t have much outside of that.

Things started to get depressing and I longed for the days I could hang out with my friends again maybe once a week, and perve on chicks in the City to make myself feel better.  To know that girls still are attracted to me, I guess that’s why I struck a friendly relationship with Nikita and was happy when I was in her company. 

I believe that Nikita liked me and still does.  That makes me feel wanted still by other people.  So there is a bit of guilt coming from my corner, but I’m sure that Lyssa finds the same kind of peace when she goes out with her friends and sees guys at clubs or things that try to crack onto her. 

It’s good on occasion to have the feelings of someone apart from your girlfriend thinking you are a good catch.

Bittersweet Feelings Towards The Diary

Well, it’s been fun writing tonight.  But let me just say that the last couple of days I have stressed whenever I need to write in my Diary.  I am beginning to despise writing in my Diary because I know every entry will be pages long, not like it used to be when it was a quarter of the size every month.