After a rather madcap couple of weeks, I am delighted to report that I face a weekend of lolling around decadently.
The next two days should entail little save socialising with friends, attending a couple of parties, catching a play, doing my laundry, and possibly placing a man-trap on the street in order to snare myself an eligble bachelor.
Actually, now I consider it, the latter sounds far too demanding. Instead I shall limit myself to gazing out the window and loooking A) mysterious, B) handsome, and C) available but not desperate.
Concerns about work are henceforth relegated to my subconcious for the next 48 hours, where they are politely requested to manifest in colourful and unusual dreams rather than tediously literal dreams about deadlines, angry designers and co-workers in paroxysms of hysteria.
There may or may not be live rock and/or roll. The sin of Onan may be practised, if I can be bothered.
Right now, it's time to heat some more sake...
I wonder if the Japanese Bath House has many bookings tomorrow?
2 comments:
Richard,
Got to your blog through your comment on Yarraville Paul's.
You're intelligent, articulate, culturally informed and, unless your picture has be artificially constructed, quite sexy. From your comment on Paul's blog, it seems that you're already aware that you problem in getting involved with the right guy is almost exclusively a function of you. That's, of course, an important first step in solving the problem.
From the way you describe it, it seems that you're constantly involved in what's termed a neurotic choice, protecting yourself from a satisfying relationship by choosing one that you know simply can't work. In starting a relationship with a straight guy, you're not taking a wild chance that it will work; you're doing quite the opposite. You're assuring yourself that you won't form a relationship that will, in fact, work.
You're too bright and sexy for that.
Wow, now I'm being psychoanalysed on my own blog! LOL
Thanks for the compliments, Bruce, and yes, that is my photo up there. Sex, intelligent and culturally informed? Feel free to repeat that sort of thing any time you like. ;-)
I should explain that much of what I said on Paul's blog is past-tense rather than current issue stuff; it's been quite a few years since I had a hopeless crush on a straight boy, and after recognising the pattern set by dating damaged or needy men (hooray for therapy!) I went and found myself a perfectly well-balanced boyfriend.
So why am I single now? If you ask my closest friends, they'd tell you is down to a combination of being too bloody picky, and too bloody busy, I suspect!
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