There are longer posts on the way – and indeed in progress – but just quickly and for the record: 2 years today since we first, y’know… Did the thing, broke the ducks, had the sex… AND, it’s worth noting that he was about 2 hours late when he knew he was on for a sure thing. Which, I know – and stop screaming in my ears, dating book authors – should have set alarm bells ringing right and there and I SHOULD have just called the date off once ten o’clock came and went with no sign of him. (he had other drinks to go to first and cricket to play before he went – and watch me try to make excuses 2 years on!) It was APPALLING behaviour, all things considered, and I should have realised far sooner that I was WAY further down the priority list than I should have been. But I was so desperate (yes, I admit it) for this to be The One and for it all to work out that I ignored a lot of obvious signs that Possibly It Wasn’t (yeah, I still think It Was, but I’m humouring you).
So, 2 years to the day, a lot to think about, and still no sign of his return into my waiting, open arms. Which I should be keeping closed. Along with my legs, 731 days ago.
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