Paranoia

Last night Claire & I went out to the local pub as there was a band on. Crap band but still a band. We went into a smaller room where you could hear it but also talk.

A friend saw Claire and she asked him if he had seen Curly (I'll explain who he is later) and he said no. Later Claire's brother came in and she asked him the same question. To which he replied yes he's in there pointing to the main room.

Well she couldn't get in there fast enough. Curly is a man who has a knack of getting barred from pubs for fighting. His real name is Michael and he cuts his hair short because when it grows it goes curly.

Well all night she was staring at him and shouting things to him. which annoyed me. It was like Romeo & Juliet without the fish tank.

She was ignoring me and when i went home I txt her asking if she fancied him to which she got extremely defensive jumping down my throat at the mear question.

So all night she had eyes glued on him and shouting him every 5 mins. She couldn't wait to get in the room fast enough,

Is it me being a knob or would you be paranoid too.