Neighbour Diaries: Focused on making money

I have decided to concentrate on making money and leave these girls alone. In fact, I am going to dissociate myself form anything that has to do with girls. Things like emotions, caring, being nice, taking girls out, I am done. I can’t believe this; after all this time I have put in, and my girlfriend just tells me out of the blue that she is getting married to some other guy!! If it wasn’t happening to me, it would really be funny. But this is me, it’s my life and these girls are wasting my life. After a week of trying to make Samantha realize that it was holiday-fever that had got me confused and resulted in a lot of unfortunate incidents, which she didn’t want to hear of, I gave up. For Jojo, I didn’t even bother to get her back, I don’t think she would even want to hear what I have to say. So, I am putting my life back on track. I have rented a small house, bought some furniture, nothing fancy or expensive, since I am not trying to impress anyone. I don’t have a bed yet, I don’t have any furniture, and I don’t have a TV or a cooker or fridge. I don’t have any of that stuff that I had gotten used to in Jojo’s house. All I have is my radio and my laptop. In fact, my place is just a house; it can hardly be called a home. Don’t ask me where all the money I had saved up all went. I told you that the Christmas holiday-fever really messed me up. I have gathered a large stash of movies to watch to help distract me, keep me occupied so that I don’t think about girls. For three days now, I have been on a fixed schedule, following a fixed route; from work to home and back to work. I don’t answer my phone calls, unless it’s family or a close friend of mine. I don’t like these things of just calling me randomly to go to places which will just put me in the same old life style. My neighbours must think I am rude, because I never talk to them. In fact, one particular girl in my neighbourhood tried to get friendly, and I was so cold to her, she gave up. I hoped she gave up, because I really need a break from girls, and even more, I wouldn’t want any ting to do with a girl who stays in my neighbourhood. She is pretty, yes, she looks like someone I would have liked to get to know, in my past life. But that is past life, past everything. Now, I am more or less a monk. Scary thought, huh! Last evening, just as I approached the place I moved to, I passed by a restaurant to get some food to eat. There was a lady seated near the entrance, I only noticed her because she seemed to have a lot of luggage. She didn’t pay me any attention when I came in; it was like I didn’t exist. She seemed to be waiting for something or someone. With all that luggage, I was curious where she could be coming from. On close inspection, I realized she was very pretty, about 23 years old, and probably a half-caste, or a point-five, like we call them. She was probably Asian-Rwandan. I would have talked to her, tried to make conversation, but I was no longer that kind of man. So, I ignored her. I don’t have anything to do with girls. But, as I made my order, som how she stayed on my mind. As I moved out, after getting my takeaway, I hoped I would find her, study her a little more. Me taking a break from girls didn’t mean that I couldn’t even look. But she had left when I got near the entrance. I went back inside and asked the guy behind the counter who that girl was. He just smiled, shook his head and told me that some things I’d rather not know. But he told me that she is called Katerina. She was indeed Indian-Rwandan, and she stayed somewhere nearby. That was too much information for me already. Thanking him, I walked off and headed home, promptly forgetting about her.