It’s amazing how quickly things can change. The man from the previous post? The man who I thought was brilliant, but also busy so I was giving him his space? It’s only been 13 days since we met, and four days since I posted my last entry praising him. But last night his text I received, the first one since Thursday, was so obviously a booty call that I’ve now decided to cut him. Not literally.
7.50pm:
Him: You out tonight? x
Me: I am, out in Essex with friends. What are you up to? x
No reply. Still, even today. If I was home with no plans, BAM, he would have tried.
One snippet of man business I didn’t include in my last post is the presence of my ex, the navy engineer. Yes, he’s living in NZ currently but he has plans to move north once he’s finished up with another qualification at the end of the year. I’m not pinning all my hopes and dreams on anything happening between us – but we’ve spoken about it and there’s definitely something there. He messages and calls me everyday, we talk about anything and everything. He’s got nothing to gain from it – so after this current man, it does make him seem more genuine.
I’ll see him when I go back for my sister’s wedding, so I think we’ll have to take it from there.
The girls in my office are clearly excited about this improvement in weather – one’s shown me her bright red bum from being on a sunbed for too long last night, and the other two have had short stints on the sunbeds and applied some fake tan for good measure. I’ve never felt so pale in my LIFE. While I know sunbedding and the like are bad for you, no one wants cancer, I can see why the British girls thrive on it. After seven months of cold and snow, having bronzed arms and legs really does make you feel alive and healthy. They LOOK healthy (except the red one). I’m all for faking it, but sometimes things can go wrong…
