I Have Not Disappeared Off the Face of the Earth…
February 20, 2013 § 42 Comments
…although I do see it might seem as though I have.
Last week was half-term and I have been having an intense time – children and too many late nights. Didn’t get to bed till 6.30am on Tuesday morning, or until 5am on Saturday. There is a new young man in my life. I am not sleeping with him, and nor are we ever going to (that’s a story for another day, but in a nutshell he is in love with someone else for whom he is going to sacrifice his life. My teenager summed it up with a wisdom beyond his years: “He’s a poet so he wants to feel the pain.” ) Fred is not even a twinkle, therefore, but he and I are making friends and he has a certain fondness for alcohol and a youthful energy which I can’t quite share, but sad old bag that I am, I can’t quite resist at least trying to. I have been on the vodka and the fags, even though I am teetotal and haven’t smoked since I was 29.
It’s a temporary thing. I am not a smoker or drinker and am not about to become either but this past week has been quite fun, not behaving in my normal, predictable way. I blame the happy pills! Time now, though, to return to responsibility and adulthood, but fun while it lasted. A flirtation, pure and simple, nothing more, nothing less, except the development of a chaste friendship.
I am still seeing SYT but Fred has not yet won his bet that SYT’s planning on sleeping with me again, nor will he, I swear. SYT is a very determined young man. I’m not sure if it is admirable resistance on his part, or if he now finds me repulsive. All I shall say is that as far as sex is concerned, young men haven’t got a great track record for resisting temptation, especially when in their cups. So let’s take a wild guess. Yup. Repulsive old bag, that’s me!
But because of the prozac, I don’t really care.