Well.

I guess the aforementioned booty buddy (should that be capitalised? I think so) might be feeling the same as me. He texted me last night at about 1a.m. all "what you been up to?" I waited an hour and sent back a generic message. And then, nothing.

I know he goes out every Tuesday night, and when he's out and drunk he always tries to get me to invite him over. So I can only conclude that he met and subsequently got off with some other girl. Which is fine, because 1) we're not exclusive in our sexy time, 2) I'm permanently not in the mood at the moment and 3) I'm at my parents' house this week so it wouldn't have been on the menu anyway. But then a teeny weeny part of me thinks, what if I suddenly get my libido back and am desperate for a shag, and he refuses to come round? What am I going to do then? Go out and find someone else to drag home? Sleep with one of the "like a brother" guys that are hanging around? I don't think so.

The ridiculous, romantic, Notebook watching, too-much-chick-lit-in-childhood part of me thinks that maybe I'm going through this period of celibacy and not wanting one night stands because The Next Big Relationship is just around the corner and I'm getting myself ready. And then I realise that that's bullshit, because what makes me think that I'm a good enough person to deserve something nice like that to happen? Dream on.

What a shame.