Doomed!

Oh dear, I'm afraid we're doomed! That is, me and my lovely sailor. Perhaps I shouldn't take this quite so flippantly, but I'm afraid it made me laugh quite a lot. He's obviously not had enough peril in his life. Upshot is, re the tickets business - the tickets have come, but it has been decided that either he and oh go, or daughter and her oh (yes, the one he hates). Well, it's all rather daft, isn't it? But he's really upset about it - perhaps too much cyber sex yesterday didn't help too much? Well, it's not the end of the world. And the tickets are to see a really good band I think, so it's not really a disaster. Can't help thinking perhaps he should stand up to all this female crap - but I just get his side, so it's hardly fair, is it?

Other than that, nothing at all from the toyboy. Now I can't really say I'm that upset, cos he wasn't really my type, but it's still rather rude just to say nothing. And he was calling me darling and sweetheart last week. I don't think I look bad enough to warrant ignoring! How rude. What do other people do - is this the etiquette online? Seems bad to me.

Another problem is that the weekend I was thinking of going to meet the doc, there's a big family do - well, do I have the bottle to lie to the whole family? We'll see. Of course, he did think his oh might want to come too - so that would solve the problem and I could act wounded as well. Not so straightforward as you might think, all this is it? I have to say, I was really looking forward to next week, and getting screwed rotten (as promised) - but there we are. Can't be helped, can it? Damn. Maybe if I send enough photos it'll drive him mad enough to sort something out - after all he managed it before, and they stayed overnight as well! Mmmmm this is the sort of thing that makes mistresses into witches I think - careful, dear. xxxxxx