So I realised today that I’ve got my boys and my men in very deliberate groups – all neatly sectioned off.
That I even delineate the difference between my men and my boys…
But none of them partners.
All just neatly kept at arms length for safety and security.
I fell asleep on S’s couch today – we joked about the wake up process, but he apologised for it – madness. I wanted to say that it was a sign of just how chilled I was, but that would mean admitting a feeling that wasn’t linked to the tomfoolery…. so I bit my tongue…
oh gods… his tongue….
And on a side note – Steve – bloody suicidal fucker – Can’t believe that I had to get the police to go around. Be damned if we’re dancing that dance again. I am cross with myself for once again being in that space of being the compassionate saviour, fucked on from a great height. I attract the crazies sometimes.
But now, gentle reader – how to do the next bit. The falling in like bit… I’ve got that covered. I really enjoyed my day today – the simplicity of it. How do I do that more without my heart getting in there.