Monday again

Weekends are never long enough, really.

Saturday night, after a few emails back and forth between Mark and me, I got to sleep around 6 AM.

Yep, 6 bloody AM.

And I got up at 9.30 AM thinking I would do some laundry. But then, couldn't be arsed. So, I just ate and watched TV. Not too bad, I fell asleep again in the afternoon. But still very tired.

I got to chat with Andrew a bit in the evening and agreed to meet up for a drink.

Life is good once I get my pint.

Didn't go too mad since we were old and were a bit tired. So, we left the pub before closing time.

He went back to his place (I think). And I went back to mine.

Uh huh. No shag. No physical contact, other than the hug before I got in the cab.

My marital status is still in question. But like I've said to my friends, I'm still taken until advised otherwise. And I'll remain faithful to him until proven I have to move on.

Not difficult to remain faithful. But it's frustrating when you don't know jack shit about what the fuck is going on in your intended's head.



Oops, scuse my language.