Time out

I had a couple of days off. This is for good reason; whilst I may be quite amusing while I'm of sound mind, when I'm feeling low it's just not fun for anyone to read at all. And I've had a brief spell of horrible melancholy the past couple of days, so it was for your own good.

It's going to sound very contradictory, because actually - despite my wave of depression - Mr Genuine, who I'm going to just start calling J because it's easier to type, has really...well. As the Hold Steady say, I have to concentrate hard not to fall in love when we kiss. It's...not quite like that. But being an insufferable romantic I have to really not start liking this one too much. Not yet. Never mind that last night he called me six times. Never mind that he says things that make my insides go funny. Never mind all that. We're not going down that route. We're not. Last night he called me from the HS gig in Nottingham so I could hear my favourite song. It'll make no sense to you. Don't worry; it makes perfect sense to me.

Anyway. I've not responded to my Benjamin yet, partly because of the fug of misery, but partly because I'm a little hormonal at the moment and the prospect of someone handsome chatting me up on a rather physical basis was a little bit too much for me to concentrate on reponsibly haha. And I CAN'T. No no no. Hahaha. Also, the cling-on has backed off. I read him the riot act on Sunday, or Monday - I can't remember which but he'd basically made a statement along the lines of my not being allowed to meet or speak to anyone 'until we meet' in case I 'go off with somebody else'. Oh, really mister. Jesus wept. Anyone who knows me well can perfectly imagine the polite, diplomatic response that one got. I might be romantic but I'm not one to mince my words when I sense a sucking void beckoning.

And speaking of the sucking void - Mr Apologetic has sent me a message. If you'll cast your minds back, this is the one who is well over twenty years older than me and was giving me his phone number and begging for contact within about half an hour. You'll also remember I gave him a polite refusal and moved along smartly; well, he's sent me another message, but I can't read it as I've let my membership lapse. Should I cough up for your entertainment? Hmm? I am betting it's going to be a miserable query as to why I've not been in touch yet. I can feel a lie down in a darkened room coming on. Oish!

Anyway, on-topic hilarity; if you can't see it, just click and it'll display larger. I can't remember where I found this online so I apologise in advance to whoever drew it, but it's very funny and...sadly relevant haha. God, I'm going straight to hell.