I am aware, gentle reader, that there has been a crushing silence at the Distracted camp for the last few days. I'd like you all to blame my best friend A, who is single-handedly responsible for the breaking of male hearts across the nation - the
nation I say - by rather selfishly deciding to move house this weekend, and for flinging herself shamelessly on my mercy to beg for help. Bah! ;)
Anyway, an updatette. Gorgeous
Barnacle Boy Friday Night Boy has persisted relentlessly all week with his pursuit, culminating in outright begging and whining last night at which point I said, look matey. I? Will text YOU. When I get
home. Gah. He's been remarkably quiet since, which is kind of a mercy, although it's a shame it looks like I won't be getting any no-strings attention from a hot young man (which I could sooooooorely do with). Ho hum.
N, the one far faaaaaaaaar away, is sweet and lovely but...so far away. Which makes me whine and grind my teeth.
However there's a new contender in the running. He is...a Man Of The Law. He is Keen. He is Local. He has successfully negotiated a Date for next Friday night. If I
had bunny ears, they'd be pricked, haha. So we shall see!
Now I must go and lie quietly and whine with tired.
ps I forgot! The Magician has been back in touch. Ohhhhhreally. Yeah. I was what can only be described as Exceptionally Cool, verging on Chilly. Blow me out and then don't call me? I don't think so, no matter how much fucking money you've got.
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