After the age of 30 one should be know enough to have one´s priorities straight (love first), to be able to stick to our guns and face the world with our hearts on our sleeves, an armour made of hopes and a path filled with fulfilled dreams! (enter soundtrack: “Love is in the air”, activate smoke machines, call in the gondolier!)
Seeing Jake was tough. I wanted to snuggle up to him and just stay in his arms for ever. He looked really good, even though he was tired from all the flying around. He said he was sorry, cried, held my hand. At one point, my very formal ex jumped over the table and kissed me. He sent me a message later saying I’m unique, he’ll never forget me, that he loves me and that he hopes I find someone who will be able to give me what I want. (where can I find his mother and access to all the world leaders who could get on with peace and give me my boyfriend back?).
I spent the afternoon crying and drinking wine and decided to get over it there and then (Jake, not the wine). So I am on to plan B: get out of the house! Go out like there’s a monster under the bed!
I am accepting all invitations, I have signed up to a website that puts me in touch with boat owners all over the world who are searching for crew members. I am nuts - old enough to know I cannot run away from my problems, but hopeful that sailing away from then might still be an option. In style, s´il vous plait.
Last night I flirted with the idea of kissing a workmate. Peter Blotch, 25, tall, handsome, party animal: in summary, my new best friend. He let me know younger girls are boring him and that he loves one night stands…(mental note: keep working out, stick to the broccoli, this is good news!)
My good neighbour Gonzalo came, too, and I spent all night dancing with two tall dark men. Life could be worse…at 2 am Gonzalo wanted to leave and I faced the eternal doubt: stay and have yet another drink, without a ride home and with heavy prospects of messing up a work relationship or get in the car, behave and get at least 5 hours sleep? I fought the law, but the law won.
Hence, I have slept enough to go out again! Paul Prats (the single guy from the wedding) invited me out to have a couple of drinks today. One more tall dark guy! Smart, hard-working, funny, well-mannered and likes me.
Lights, camera, action! I hope I can, at least, fool myself…
Seeing Jake was tough. I wanted to snuggle up to him and just stay in his arms for ever. He looked really good, even though he was tired from all the flying around. He said he was sorry, cried, held my hand. At one point, my very formal ex jumped over the table and kissed me. He sent me a message later saying I’m unique, he’ll never forget me, that he loves me and that he hopes I find someone who will be able to give me what I want. (where can I find his mother and access to all the world leaders who could get on with peace and give me my boyfriend back?).
I spent the afternoon crying and drinking wine and decided to get over it there and then (Jake, not the wine). So I am on to plan B: get out of the house! Go out like there’s a monster under the bed!
I am accepting all invitations, I have signed up to a website that puts me in touch with boat owners all over the world who are searching for crew members. I am nuts - old enough to know I cannot run away from my problems, but hopeful that sailing away from then might still be an option. In style, s´il vous plait.
Last night I flirted with the idea of kissing a workmate. Peter Blotch, 25, tall, handsome, party animal: in summary, my new best friend. He let me know younger girls are boring him and that he loves one night stands…(mental note: keep working out, stick to the broccoli, this is good news!)
My good neighbour Gonzalo came, too, and I spent all night dancing with two tall dark men. Life could be worse…at 2 am Gonzalo wanted to leave and I faced the eternal doubt: stay and have yet another drink, without a ride home and with heavy prospects of messing up a work relationship or get in the car, behave and get at least 5 hours sleep? I fought the law, but the law won.
Hence, I have slept enough to go out again! Paul Prats (the single guy from the wedding) invited me out to have a couple of drinks today. One more tall dark guy! Smart, hard-working, funny, well-mannered and likes me.
Lights, camera, action! I hope I can, at least, fool myself…
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