Wednesday 11 June 2008

It never fails.

Monday, I blogged about being so happy with my new boyfriend. Tuesday, I threw a party at my flat. Wednesday morning, he tells me that at the party this girl we both know kissed him, and he's been in love with her for years, and the kiss stirred up all his emotions, and he realised he doesn't actually feel anything for me.

I've cried so much my eyes feel like they're going to fall out.

The best part is, about two hours after he broke up with me, she texted him saying she doesn't see him in that way and doesn't want to be with him. So now no-one's happy.

Monday 9 June 2008

Oh yeah

Pub golf!

Well, basically you get dressed up in golf clothes (for me that meant a polo shirt and a visor), there's a drink assigned to each bar that you go to, and a par for each one. So in the first bar it might be a pint of lager at par three, which means you have to drink it in three gulps. I remember the first four bars we went to...after that, nothing. We all had little score cards to fill out, and mine just stops halfway through with a big pen mark through the centre of it. That pretty much sums up the night. Apparently I got right to the end (there is photographic evidence to support this) but I just do not remember.

There is also photographic evidence that I kissed at least two girls that night. Now, I'm the most heterosexual person you'll ever meet - I got to the age of 24 without ever snogging a woman, not even in a game of truth or dare or whatever. And then BAM! Two in one night. Not that I remember any of it. What a waste.

So yeah, that's pub golf. It's lethal but so much fun!

Oops

How can the whole of May have passed without me typing a word here? Isn't it weird how some months seem to drag on forever (January this year felt like an epoch) and some just skip on past so quickly that you hardly notice them.

Anyway, hello again! How've you been? Did you get that promotion you were after? How about those Red Sox? And other things of that nature.

Life here has been both stressful and pretty uneventful, somehow. The biggest change is that I'm now seeing someone (we're officially "in a relationship" on Facebook, so you know it's a big deal). All's going well so far, apart from the fact that we're a little bit too alike - we're both quite quiet and introspective so long periods go past where neither of us says anything. Which I actually don't mind, I hate people who are jabberjabberjabbering all the live-long day, but I worry sometimes that he's bored and wondering why I don't have more to say for myself. I'm sure he's not though, or he wouldn't keep calling, would he? Well, we'll see.

On a more important note, he can make me cum* like there's no tomorrow. Before this, I hadn't had sex since February and I was starting to think I could live without it, but now...I literally want to be naked with him every hour of every day (luckily neither of us have jobs at the moment so we can actually do that). I'd forgotten how sexy it is when someone's inside you and you're both sweaty and breathless and it feels so amazing and then he says your name....god, it kills me every time. It might just be because of the drought, but I can't get enough of it.

Anyway, at the moment I have a whopping cold sore (sexy!) so we're limited in the things we can do - which is unfortunate because he's very talented with his mouth - but once that's gone normal service will be resumed. And I CANNOT WAIT.

Oh, I should probably add that he's also incredibly sweet and thoughtful and makes me laugh. You know, all the good stuff. It's little things, like we were in a bar the other night and I'd nearly finished my drink, and suddenly a new one appears in front of me. That sounds minor, but I've never had a boyfriend who does things like that. Most of them wouldn't have even noticed, and even then I would've had to ask for them to get me another (which I wouldn't do by the way, I'm not one of these women who expects everything on a plate. But it's nice when it happens unexpectedly).

So, yeah, smitten. Everyone keep your fingers crossed for this one.

*I hate writing that word - is it "cum" or "come"? - but it's my favourite way to put it. "Orgasm" is a bit too grown up.