Fun and Games

I have had this week off work and, as part of my 'Whole New Me' detox programme I have been spring cleaning my apartment and chucking out a load of old rubbish that I’d accumulated. I also, and I recognise that I tend to do this when emotionally ‘challenged’, have been having a fair amount of assignations. In fact it has tended to be work in the morning, some fun in the afternoon and a bit of wine in the evening.

What does this tell us, gentle reader? Possibly I am turning into my father… or perhaps I’m just not really confronting the real issues.

And in that regard I think today was helpful.

This lunchtime I had a particularly fine piece of fun with a guy I’d met at the very end of 2008, and someone he know from the local area. Threesomes have always been a favourite of mine; and this was particularly nice.

On the way home I bumped into a guy who is among the more regular of my gentleman callers and it was, I thought, rather sweet of him to stop and talk to me in the street. After I got home I chatted to my neighbour for a while; then I had a client. And after that I put on the CD that International made for us for our Spanish holiday when we first got together.

Uh-oh.

When I was a very young child I recall asking my father why he never cried, as opposed to my mother who seemed to cry rather a lot in my view. His response was simply that “real men don’t cry”. So perhaps I am not very much like my father, because I’ll admit I did have a little cry whilst I got on with my cleaning…

But, before you throw your hands in the air and cry “Oh, Frumpella, get over yourself!” I had a small revelation.

Whatever I had with International, and whatever he offered before we had That Talk in February… it wasn’t/isn’t what I want.

A small adjustment but it really makes all the difference. I get it: and it’s all fine now.

On a final note I should very much like to thank my friend ‘A’ for a number of reasons: being a pretty damned good friend when actually going through some pretty similar stuff; coming up with so many Rules that she deserves a co-author credit on this blog; and finally for being just about the only person with enough balls to be the man in my life!