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I don't want to feel like complaining. In fact I hate feeling like complaining, because that means that generally I'm in a bad mood. And I hate being in a bad mood. But I am.
Stupid bad mood. Grr Arg.
... that I have no need for a blog when life is going well. I must be a better complainer than I thought, because now I have less to complain about I feel like I have nothing to say. It's not that nothings been happening, because it has. And it's not like I havn't been feeling great about certain things recently, because I have.
It's just that I don't think I've ever been one to show off about my life going well, or maybe I'm just not used to doing it?
But believe me, even if I'm not showing it on the outside, I'm jumping up and down in celebration inside my head.
Second date (hate that word!) went as well, if not better than the first.
I'm not sure I like part of this stage very much- where you don't know weather it's an official 'thing', despite it feeling like 'something'. I want to see him again soon, but I don't want to seem to keen. Ahhh, sexual politics. What joy.
But saying that, the stupid grin that I can't seem to wipe off my face is most welcome.
As promised, an update on how the date went: We went out for lunch at a really nice place in town, and ended up being those kind of customers I get annoyed with because they are talking too much to bother looking at the menu! It really did go as well as I had hoped it would. We got on really well, didn't run out of things to say etc. He came back for a cuppa at mine afterwards... but I won't go into details there... ;)
Am seeing him again next week. We're meeting up in London after I've had a day at some galleries. Am very much looking forward to it.