Sick of talking - bloody talking. Me doing most of it. Stupid. Why are men so shit at actually talking to you. Yes, the blame thing - you said that, you did this. Hard work, and probably not worth the effort anyway.
So the upshot is, we're both going to try and get along (read, me) - and see if we can't carry on. Last chance I think. Mmmm - just not sure how I feel about that. You reckon he's going to start washing more and conversing - we'll see.
Still nothing from the golfer. Well, I'm rationalising that he is very busy - but I wonder if he really is cross with me. Maybe give it one more day - then I might crack and send a message. Not heard from the bm either - but he is usually tired on sundays and busy mondays. Lamb.
I went buying underwear today. That cheered me up. Got a lacy set (thong!) in coffee - and a little sleep set in leopard - lovely. Hope they fit well - got my usual size - just couldn't do it in this cold I'm afraid. I felt it was worth the effort after the you look good in your underwear comment.
You know, I am feeling a little bad about meeting him this week after the row - but I just can't bring myself not to go! I like this guy so much. Maybe things will work themselves out somehow. xx
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