Scotoma

Well, this week has been interesting to say the least.

Initially I was sure I had made a positive impression on A, and that a second would be on the cards. However, the old familiar feelings of negativity and self-doubt started creeping back by Sunday afternoon, further exacerbated by the fact that the texts stopped dead. Should I text him? No way, I would look desperate. I was afraid of the inevitable rejection, so decided to take pre-emptive action and... take no action. At work on Monday, Michael and Rob reminded me about the distinction between “girl time” and “boy time”, and advised me to wait until Wednesday to attempt to resume contact with A.

The Crazy

Guess what I did yesterday? I went on a date. i engaged in a social interaction with an actual real-life human man. And he didn't run away scared. Huzzah!

She-wolf

This Saturday I am to have my first date in over two years. The "lucky" fellow (let's call him A) is someone I have been conversing with on POF for about a week. He seems decent enough. He is sporty and shares my love of tea and Marvel films. He has a decent body and an actual working face. The only thing missing is my enthusiasm.

Suitors

I have been celibate for over 18 months. That means that no p in v action for the equivalent of two human gestation periods. The last time I had sex, Colonel Gaddafi was still alive. When my last relationship ended abruptly in April last year, I did not expect I would be so very very single for so very very long. In fact, the following week I was to attend a party, and feeling a little emotionally bruised, I fully intended on seeking out some male company.

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That awkward first post

Welcome to my inaugural blog post. My primary motivation for starting a blog is, simply, that everyone else seems to be blogging. Most people have their own little corner of the Internet to voice their thoughts and feelings (and occasionally post amusing pictures of animals)-why can’t I do the same? Unfortunately I have no talent or inclination for anything fashion/beauty related. My baking is mediocre at best, and my cooking lacks flair or imagination. Also my camera has just died on me, so I cannot take pictures of my dog with food on his head (besides, it's been done). Therefore, I figured the best thing to write about is the one subject in which I am knowledgeable-myself. Who else is going to read this anyway?