I can't say much for fear my mum may get who I'm talking about and for fear he is reading....darn said to much.
all as i will reveal, which my mum knows, is that so many suitors and i push them all away. Darn past trauma. I promise mum, I am making an effort. five years have past and he is still keen and I am my usual 'I don't do long term".
You wish people would understand your wall but they do, perhaps it is you who does not understand your wall....hmm third person, not a good sign.
O-mi-god.....he just said he'll come to Thailand with me. Which means he'll think about. Excuse me while yippee around the house.
Can't write anymore, it won't happen. He is Mr Cool, hot Aussie surfer and I am stereotypical ughies, trackies and comb? Comb my hair, make up are you crazy? Pretty girls over there, real girls...right her baby. No high maintenance. You goin' surfin so am I.
Got to go. Having conversation with said man now, which as always will turn into phone conversation about me moving to be with him, which will result me getting scared and not talking to him for a few months....
Break through, I just told him that.
Ok, making idiot of self, going now and denial tomorrow will be swift.
This always happens when I talk to said man. What is this? emotion? "It feels like being drunk." "Being drunk". " Yes, ask a gin and tonic" "whoaaaa!" "I'll never be mean to a gin tonic again"
ok not exact quote, sorry douglas adams, but you get the general.
P.S sorry zaphod but he is talking, I'm giddy and my babel fish is drowning in mush. I'll do better next time or you can throw me off a fleet of battleships...
Mood - giddy
Music - none but yet I have my headphones on..weir not me!
Don't be a fool!!!!!!!!!!! All men are b*st*rds - admittedly some of them are nice cuddly b*st*rds who buy you drinks and cunningly lure you into falling for them... but b*st*rds nonetheless - all varying degrees of b*st*rdyness...
Yes, that's it - be as lonely, miserable and aching for love from the person you're obviously made to be with as I am!!!!! Ending up like me isn't all that bad - except maybe for the excess tonnes of fat, crippling self-loathing and general hideousness...!!!
For heaven's sake - go get 'im, Tiger!!! (*grurrr!*...?!?)