Being social

Last night with French Guy didn't happen. For the "good" reason I fell asleep in the bath and woke up in cold water three hours later. Lovely.

And a shame, really. Our next meeting is postponed until Wednesday. I can't wait, all this internet/phone foreplay is driving me nuts.
And what can I say, except that when we eventually see eachother, any sort of conversation might be slightly compromised...
It's getting worrying; how can you make any kind of relashionship develop "normally" if each time, you are both literally starving-craving for the other one that no time is left for words?
Oh well, I'm not going to complain, am I?


Tonight, I'll be catching up with Liz and the Schmookin Creek.
Even if I am looking forward to it, I am finding my social life a bit overwhelming. Especially after that long-and-intense-and-tiring Europe tour where I caught up with so many good friends, some of them I hadn't seen in years.
It was nice, but emotionally a bit too much, and now I'm back, I am left with a lot of catching up to do amoung my London relations. All my nights are already taken this week, and I don't even have time for a pub night with the Usual Suspects. Let's just say I am lucky that Brooke and Stella are not back yet from their China tour... I really couldn't have coped with a few mad clubbing nights on top of it all.