"getting shitfaced at pubs and dragging home stray men who beat your door in and get you so flustered you set your flat ablaze. Interesting life you have there"
Thanks, Deedee, you are so very aware. I know you don't appreciate my sense of humour or the way I sound, which is fine, it's just the way it happened. You're probably still very young, so all the best to you. Get married and have kids, stay single. You decide...
Shall I explain myself again.
I have no fear about getting drunk. It's one of the things I do best. I'm one of those fun drunks, not the type that gets nasty. Also I've never done shitfaced. I didn't drag anyone home. I'd wanted to explain that but am unsure about how the story might be misread. Noone came on to anyone and Paul was not a stray. He was playing pool and having a perfectly normal ordinary evening with his mates. The pub had great atmosphere that night and everyone was in a good mood. Fridays people get paid and since it's a workingmans joint, it's fun on a Friday.
I'd gone there with Barney, my disabled friend, who I "care" for. I was out after work and wearing my gardening gear, a purple overall which i'd taken half off and tied the sleeves around my middle. I didn't know I was going to turn anyone on. I didn't even think.
Neither of us, I'm sure, were out to get laid that night. We just clicked (double clicked)
It wasn't meant to happen.
The rest (him coming back to my place again when he should've read the brillant advice given to him here; the meltdown when I read his thread and you lot got into it; his anger at being exposed... and my mess when I trashed my flat the next night by forgetting to blow out a candle, were just aftermath.
It'll be fine.
I still look 29 (well maybe 35 or something. I promise never to act on chemistry again.
I'll be far more careful.
ta deedee
xL
oh yeah, I figured out another deep fear: nothing to do with anything, by the way, just something I thought of last night:
being without a penny. can you imagine not having a cent and being unable to provide for yourself or others. being unable to work and/or earn any money. being unable to have a home (or a phone, or a computer...) No food. No hope.
Money is like a sixth sense, without it you can't use the other 5
(that's Somerset Maugham
with love
Linda