But alas this isn’t so much about Saturday, as it is Monday night. How crazy can a Monday night really be? Around 9pm I receive a message from a guy I know from back home. He suggests we head out for a drink, as the torrents style room mate back packer is scaring the shit out of him and he needs to calm some nerves. I guess a couple should be in order, and I’ll message Miss Humanitarian later to catch up when she knocks off work. Excellent idea and perfect excuse to go home at a reasonable hour I figure.
With this plan in tact I head off, and before I know it I’m at The Vic, a hotel known for $3.50 meals and colourful games which generally attract large numbers of back packers. Who I might mention is ready to do anything for a free jug of delicious oak soda (Beer), and this generally means some sort of nudity. Tonight was no exception by any means and the place is packed full of rowdy foreigners; it was going to be an entertaining night. Triva, the game… would eventually lead to semi nudity and table top dancing as everyone in the pub swings to the tunes of Aqua – Barbie Girl. That’s the type of place this is, with 5 jugs up for grabs, the mood was high.
After sitting back and just taking in the atmosphere, I message Miss H to catch up. She replies saying that she has two guys with her (Customers) who wanna be shown the town. I’m obliged to say bring them along, I have no reason not to. “I’ll be there shortly” she replies, eventually I message back after some time asking if she’s still coming, and in a couple of minutes she shows up, two men in pursuit.
I didn’t question her much about what took so long, but for some reason she spills some crazy excuses. I accept them without much thought, but I won’t lie, I did sense myself feeling slightly insecure (Okay for better understanding, Miss H and I have been having a “thing” which is scheduled to end the day I fly out, and without taking things to serious I have no grounds to get jealous). Anyway I pass it off, especially when I look around the room and see what other potential is on sale tonight..
The plan was to head home, but it becomes obvious we’ll be staying a little longer entertaining our new guests.. Who sort of join the group periodically, but mainly standing to the side. I don’t mind so much, it’s a good night and the beer is starting to take hold of my love handles and shake them all about. I’m on the verge of dance mode for sure!!. Anyway, still getting to the point, at some stage I head off to the little boy’s, tinkle time. Strangely when I’m standing over the urinal I make a realisation, I’ve left my phone on the table. What an awful feeling, I know it’s safe, but I feel almost naked!
What’s worse though, is the discovery I make as I approach the table. I can see she’s fumbling though a phone and without doubt I know it’s mine. I silently make my way over being careful not to be noticed. I peer over her shoulder, to watch as she scrawling thought my outbox..
This doesn’t work for me at all, it’s not that I have something to hide.. well maybe just a little, but a text message has no context does it. Further to the point it’s just plain invasive. Usually I guess I would make a big deal about it. I’ve sworn before that if I catch a girl doing this sort of thing it’s an instant dismissal. In this case though, she’s young and obviously insecure, I’m supposed to be leaving, and this isn’t supposed to be serious.
So with as much grace as I can give I just explain it’s not cool to be snooping though someone else’s phone. I’ve done it before, and I’ve had it done to me. Most times it just leads to undue heart ache.. And if she’s doing it to me, it just means she doesn’t trust me.
I mention it to my mate who’s oblivious to what had just happened over the loud music and frantic crowd. He empathizes with me, and almost makes out like it could be worse then cheating. But hey, i'm irritated but this isn’t supposed to be serious. I dropped the subject figuring I might have a chat to her later.. Before I knew it, it was one o’clock and I was only just getting home..
I didn’t bring it up again, just doesn’t seem like it was worth it. Would love to hear how others feel about people going through someone else’s phone though. I expect if your in a serious relationship like married or something, it’s nice to be transparent.. But otherwise it's a no go zone.