How a man must feel sometimes

I think I’m beginning to understand how a bloke feels when his girl says no to sex because of that horrendous monthly affair known as the period. And it’s with sex like with everything else. When you know you can’t have it, you start craving it real bad. A is on the second week of his detox diet which also apparently means that sex should be kept to a minimum for the Zink level in your body to get a chance to rise de with your diet. I have read somewhere that the more Zink you have in your body, the better the sex is going to be. If that’s true, then I guess I can wait a little longer although I doubt that sex I already classify as perfect can’t get any better.

Apart from craving some love, I’ve had quite a busy week. It started off on Monday when I was going to eat dinner in the restaurant I work in for the very first time. TG, her man she calls Hunny muffin, MM, E, R, C (girl who works there and last but not least, sincerely yours, had a very good time. It was a Chinese theme to that particular evening. The food was nice, but was more like Chinese food with a western inspiration. We drank quite a bit of Rose wine, but I only got happily tipsy, as did everyone else. Tuesday, I was working, but had the Chinese left overs for staff dinner. Yesterday, A and I went to Argos to get me a TV and a DVD player. I don’t really watch TV all that much, but I think that’s partly because I haven’t had my own and I sometimes wish I could watch a particular documentary or programme everyone else is going on about. In the evening, I went to celebrate HB’s birthday. I haven’t seen him in ages and it was so good to see both him and all the others again. HB was there with Miss C, his girlfriend, HMF with her new man, Baby G and her boyfriend and some other people I know, but not all that well including this huge big Aussie who entertained us with “When I was in prison in Bangkok” and other Asian adventures. That would actually make a good book title, “When I was in prison in Bangkok and other Asian adventures.” We went to a restaurant on a boat which was a Thai restaurant. I was not pleased having food from that part of the world for a third day in a row. I can cope with any kind of food now, just not Chinese or Thai!

Ant came over today to take some more photos. As usual when he’s been around, we ended up chatting and drinking tea. I also received my new Eddirol r-09 recorder and he helped me sort it out. He’d brought some pastries and white chocolate which I thought was really sweet and he told me TG had told me all about my love life before we started taking the photos together. That girl’s really sad! Why can’t she just mind her own business? It didn’t shock me that she’d told him though but I am a little upset about it. God know how many others she’s told! I’m gradually cutting her out of my life now. I can be friends with her, but will never confide in her again.

Gonna spend the rest of the evening to myself I think with a Sara Paretsky book. I’ve started reading her entire V.V. Warshawski series now. She’s a little bit like Sue Grafton, only much better in my opinion. V.I. is just similar to me in so many ways.

Now I know where I stand with A. As he put it the other day, I’m his close friend, his lover and a little bit more. Still I sometimes feel awkward and don’t always know when he’s joking. Like yesterday, my phone was ringing and I didn’t know the number. I checked it quickly, but when I was gonna answer, I somehow pressed the wrong key. He joked about, or at least I think so, that I was hiding something for him and I let him see my log and called the person back. It was a close friend I knew from Edinburgh, a girl so it was fine. It’s just that I feel I have to justify any contact I have with mail individuals. Maybe it’s just a passing stage and that either he will learn to trust me, I will learn to know when he’s joking, or both. I think I’ll have to learn to trust him as well.

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