So, long story (and by story i mean angsty rant) short... things were going well with the new guy. New guy very busy, too busy to see me for nearly three weeks. Not really sure what's going on. Sure, his excuses are the greatest possible, working, doing worhtwhile things with life, looking after dying relative kind of excuses but, ah I dunno. It's the typical do I really want this relationship, suddenly its not really there and I really want it, but then, on reflectin, if he's the kind of person who isn't that fussed then I think probably it's not going to really work out anyway.
Then, randomly tonight I got a call from Joe. The odd thing is that over the last week or two, the two of them have worryingly merged somewhat into one big idea in my mind! Anyway, me and Joe were on very good friendly, not just wanting to get eachther naked, oh I made a new friend in the big city how lovely sort of terms and then, well, he just sort of dissapeared for a few months. Turns out, his new job was somewhat out of town, hence not seeing him, but in fact he got offered a second, even better job which he will be starting in a months time and which will put him back in the centre of town with a rather nicely paid job... as a maanger at the odeon in Liecester Square! Can you say free films and premiers?! I can :p The more amazing thing actually is that he was trying to persuade me to join him in town for some late night, can we see this leading to something else I think we can, drinking but I opted to stay in with tea and an early night. Oh how the tables are turned, haha!
Ooh, this post has gone unexpectedly upbeat, albeit in a slightly shallow and where is my medication way :) Anyway, on the positive side I have been working quite hard recently and that combined with the daily cycle is leaving me, gasp, almost too exhausted to care about men and love sex and all that crap for once. Lets just not talk about £65 toilet seats and people being sectioned.
And more excitingly: I am heading for Narch on the 25th May. I will be dressed as a Pirate. I will then watch some Pirates (Pirates 3 to be precise, at around 4pm). Followed by dancing like a Pirate (in the Waterfront). If you live in Norwich, please help keep me entertained, housed for the weekend! Thank you.
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