Had a really nice day to start with yesterday; my sister came out and we had a family dinner, just the four of us. Things went pear-shaped quickly after she left.
I received a message from someone I hadn't heard from in years and I was having an IM conversation that seemed to be going really well. Sounds good so far, eh?
I knew that as soon as I started registering my profile on personals sites there would be one person that I would hear from and this was one person I was dreading contacting me again. Sure as shit, this person contacted me, but it turned out that he was now a she and the phone conversation went really well. Then I was invited for drinks at this person's friend's house. I didn't realise that it was a friend's place or I would never have went. The night started well enough, but quickly deteriorated and eventually the woman had to call the police to have this belligerent, extremely drunk person removed from her house. Fortunately she was really cool and rather than having to pay £60 for a taxi, I was allowed to crash at hers. I hope I will see her and her other friends again, but the one can go and fly a kite! I have never experienced anything like it.
I wouldn't have gone in any case, but I was pissed off because the second IM conversation ended with me being informed that I was too much of a woman for him!?! It's usually a case of guys running away screaming because I'm not enough woman for them.
I was almost ready to creep back into my nice, safe, psychological fortress. However, I'm lonely and I don't like being alone and I had a hug from a man last night and even although I didn't fancy him it just felt so good to be in a man's arms again. So, no! I'll be damned if I run away again. I don't need a man, but I desperately want a man and if you can't handle me you can go and fly a kite too.
