Tall Guy has been in contact so I should be pleased although I’m not really that fussed. Firstly, when I asked if he still wanted to come over this weekend he suddenly remembered that he can’t see me any weekend ‘cos he works in a bar Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. “I hope this won’t be a problem,” he writes.
Er, well, yes, it is a bit of a problem as I work Monday through Friday full time, as I’m sure he would have realised if he’d put his brain in. I have no objection to him coming over in the week but am reluctant to take time off only for him not to turn up. Which will most likely be the case.
So, although I would love to get my hands on Tall Guy’s athletics limbs once more, I’m not sure it’s a good investement. For all the time and effort I’ll have to put in just to organise a damn date probably won’t be worth the investment. I just can’t be bothered. It will never turn into a relationship and one night/two night/three night stands are more effort than pleasure.
But, apart from Tall Guy, there are no other guys on the scene. Not one. Not one single love interest, small crush or regular flirtation. I need to get hunting for a new victim!
