Whew, it's all go round here.

Well. Today it is Thursday and I have been out on dates two nights on the trot. It's all quite tiring...haha. So last night I went out with the Iranian boy. My word. These young men...they're not shy, are they? *cough* We went to the cinema, and lo, for I was duly pounced upon. Good grief. I actually had to cough politely after a couple of moments and remind him that actually...this is an Aronovsky film, and we're going to bloody well watch it. I'm not exactly known for my shyness myself in public (that's possibly a story for a night after I've had a couple of drinks, though), but hi...I don't want to get ARRESTED. Hahaha! Whew. Anyway, after the film (The Wrestler of course - and it's VERY good) we went for dinner, which was very nice, and then - fortunately - I'd got an early work start this morning so I managed to peel him off me fairly swiftly in the car park and make a bid for freedom. Otherwise I suspect I'd have been doing the motoring version of the Walk of Shame this morning, and you know...I'm not down for that. I have no doubt that if I wanted it, it'd be goooooooood (and I have VERY good evidence to base that on, haha), but I'm not kidding myself that it'd be a casual thing and I'm really not sure if I'm in the mood for that - not with sex, anyway. Obviously I reserve the right to change my mind, but for now, no.

Tonight I went to see My Bloody Valentine: 3D with the (I am never referring to him as the sex addict again, his initial is S)...with S, and we had a very nice, fun time - but no chemistry for me. I'm not sure about him; he's curiously asexual for someone who apparently...oh I don't fucking know how it works haha. But we had a really good laugh and the film was hilarious (and squelchy) and we'll probably catch a film together again when the mood strikes. If nothing else it was nice to have a shared experience with someone; I spend so much time alone I think I've been in danger of going a bit funny. So that was nice.

And of course...lovely D. I am having to CONCENTRATE on not going starry eyed. It's fucking hard work though. I mean...I meet all these nice - lovely, in fact - guys, and sure they're all attractive in their own way, but I don't really fancy, I mean really fancy people very often. I might like them physically, or get along well with them in a matey, cheery kind of way - and sometimes, it's both. But the butterflies. The tingly arms when the phone goes. Holding your breath when someone's talking in case you miss something...me, I don't get that very often. Hardly ever. It's mashing...my...buttons. Imagine someone in a hurricane, tying their most precious things down in a hurry. They might get battered, but at least they won't all blow away. That's me.