Sleepy sleepy

Why so sleepy, I hear you ask? Well, I somehow got into a long and involved conversation with N over MSN, which culminated in us both still being awake at 2am. I mean...well perhaps I've not disclosed this bit - we tend to have quite a lot of long and involved conversations, both over MSN and on the phone. The problem with N is that as I've said before...he lives in Glasgow. Eurgh. Anyway yes. It was long and involved. He makes me laugh.

In other news - rather confusingly - the guy from yesterday kept sending texts last night. Oh alright mate, posh bird from Saturday ditched you then? Haha...yeah BYE. I don't think so.

Gorgeous Friday Night Boy has been temporarily shelved owing to compulsive obsessive texting. He wanted to take me out this week and I had agreed in principle but I finally cracked after about the tenth message this morning and said, look, you're lovely, really lovely, but hi please get off my leg. I just...please, stop. Now.

The Sex Addict actually seems to be quite a nice chap by all accounts, or at least gives good e-mail. He's interesting at the very least. *shrug* I don't really know quite where that's going. I'm a bit confused about what sex addiction recovery entails. I mean...surely if it's like, say, alcoholism or drug addiction it means you can't...have sex? No? God DAMN it haha. I do sometimes think if there is a God He's having a bloody good laugh on my watch.

Finally, an interesting proposal. There was the Irish guy who contacted me a few weeks back - from Dublin - saying, hello, I come over to [insert my hometown here] quite often, can I take you out for dinner next time I am there? Well, he popped up on MSN last night saying, hello, I am over this week. Dinner? I said, sure, why not. Well, can't hurt. And at least this one will be local and then go far far away again afterwards if it all goes horribly wrong.

Man, why did the cute one have to turn out to be a leg-clinger? Gah. *mutter mutter*