Benjamin Preston & Burnt Apple Cream Pie

Dear DiaLog,

I guess I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been completing Liv’s  ‘Get Over Tom Quick Scheme’ for the past nine days, which I guess brings us to “Day 10: Blind date set up by Liv *NOT HAPPENING Sing *insert good ‘I’m over you’ song here* really, really loudly’.

This song, I’ve decided is none other than Taylor Swift’s ‘You Belong with Me’. But maybe don’t tell Liv… it’s not exactly an ‘I’m over you song’…

So it’s been a while huh? A lot has been going on… I mean, remember I told you that Benjamin Preston was coming over for dinner (and Mum was making pie?) – well that was 5 days ago. Allow me to tell you the story:

He was coming at 6 for (as Mum calls it), ‘coffee and cake’. At about 5:30pm Mum had changed about 5 times, Terri had changed 20 times and Dad was still in his pyjamas. Bradley was picking up Abigail from her flute lesson and they were arriving at quarter to 6 (which of course they did… practically perfect in every way) and at five minutes to 6, Terri was crying about her hair when there was a knock at the door. Of course this was cunningly covered up when she told him she had ‘got something in her eye’, to which he responded by trying to assist her in removing an invisible eyelash.

Ben shook hands with Dad… “Firm handshake. Good man.”
Mum kissed his cheek (I later saw him wipe off her plum coloured lipstick in the hall mirror about a minute later) and Bradley and Abigail smiled politely… as they do… and welcomed him to our house.

The poor guy. 3 minutes in and he already looked like he wanted to run.

The rest of the night was much the same. Mum ‘casually’ put on some Michael Bublé during dinner, lit about 20 candles (the smoke alarm when off twice…) and covered up the burnt apple pie by covering it with pre-whipped, canned cream. And furthermore, a pile of canned apples. Gross.

As for Tom? Well, I’m trying to forget him. Him and Kia are subtle but obvious – I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before.

Anyway, I’ll keep you posted.

This is Allie Fisher saying seeya… and PLEASE don’t try my Mum’s apple pie recipe. Seriously… disgusting.

LOVE!

Allie

Her Name is Kia

Dear DiaLog,

Maybe I was a little harsh in my last post… (maybe Liv made me say that?) but in all seriousness, I didn’t mean to be rude about Kia. Yep, that’s her name. Tom and Kia… just doesn’t sound right, hey? It’s like there’s a lag between the Tom and the ‘K’… K’s such a harsh sounding letter when put with a smooth sounding name like Tom. Plus, who names their kid after a car?

‘Tom and Allie’ on the other hand… now that’s more like it.

I guess you would have read yesterday that I kind of got myself into an awkward situation. Sorry, no… LIV got me into an awkward situation. So much for being my ‘wingwoman’ Livy, not only do you encourage me to go for guys who are taken (which in my defence I DID NOT KNOW!) but you also assist me in not only messing up a chance at ‘something special’ but also at any kind of normal friendship with a guy (who I possibly maybe want to end up with).

‘So who’s Kia?’ You’re all asking… ‘And what did the text say!?’ Calm down. I’ll get there.

Basically, Kia’s the ‘new girl in town’. Why is it that guys are all fascinated with the new kids? I have a good mind to pack up all my things in boxes, move to another country (don’t worry Liv, you can come), and move back, just to get their attention. Not that I’m attention seeking… but still. Not such a bad idea. Liv? What do you say?

Anyway, Kia’s like an older, less conservative, more outgoing and definitely more popular version of my little sister Abigail. She’s slightly curly, honey blonde, green-blue eyes, slim, tall, polite, funny, perfect, perfect, annoyingly perfect, Kia. And THIS is why her message read like this:

Hi Allie,

I don’t think we’ve met before

but my name is Kia and I’m with
Tom. I don’t want anything to be

awkward – Tom’s a great guy, I

don’t blame you.

Sorry,

K x

I mean, seriously?! How sickly sweet can you be when breaking bad news? I’m not dying here; don’t whip out your bedside manner. But being honest? I’d find it so much easier to hate her if she wasn’t so nice… I mean, aside from her being a boyfriend stealer *cut that out, he wasn’t your boyfriend guy stealer, she actually seems like the kind of girl Livy and I would have been friends with. WHY?! Why does this have to be so complicated.

Anyway… Liv (oh Liv, remind me why I’m doing this?) has decided that in order to ‘move on’ I need a ‘Get Over Tom Quick Scheme’. Yes, this may involve a white board and coloured markers. It may go something like this:

Day 1: Chocolate. Chocolate. More Chocolate.

Day 2: Ice-Cream (to be shared with Livy) and a chick flick (preferably How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days)

Day 3: Coffee and Benjamin Preston watching at Coffee on the Corner

Day 4: Let’s Stalk Kia Robson day: Google, Facebook and Interrogation

Day 5: Wave at Tom day (designed to acknowledge Tom in a ‘normal’ way in order to return to a ‘normal’ friendship)

Day 6: Text Tom day (STRICTLY NO LIV INVOLVEMENT) and apologise *Make sure to say ‘you don’t have to reply to this message’.

Day 7: More Ice-Cream (preferably Neapolitan) and another chick flick (preferably 10 Things I Hate about You)

Day 8: Make a list of 10 reasons NOT to like Tom

Day 9: Do something crazy with Liv

Day 10: Blind date set up by Liv *NOT HAPPENING Sing *insert good ‘I’m over you’ song here* really, really loudly

And THAT, my friends, is how I (well, Liv you can take the credit for this one) propose to get over Tom.

Fingers crossed that one works.

LOVE!

Allie