sponge this is a bottom of the roller-coaster moment, that's all it is. Roller-coasters need to go 'down' so they can swoop back up again. You will be fine. And cats are awesome. Get three - five will chew your face off if you fall down the stairs.
So, I do really like the prof. He's very funny & attractive & intelligent & accomplished. His exes have all apparently been formidable & I do feel very flattered that he is interested in me. The sex was abso-fucking-lately awesome. I have been walking around with a 1000 kilowatt smile and a wiggle. :-)
Pm news, we walked out of the gym tonight, I thought he had been a bit quiet, we never remember where we've parked, so we're walking around looking for the car
PM: is that it?
Me: no
PM : yes it is!
Me: I know. I'm a rubbish liar...
PM: talking of lies, hows the prof?
Me: why is that a lie?
PM: have you broken up with him yet?
Me: we'll, I think he's being relegated to another 'hot-friend-I-can't fuck..
Then I lied that I couldn't sleep with the prof, because, he wants children and I don't want kids and although he's terribly clever and charming and handsome, I'm not terribly impressed by the very accomplished thing and I think he sees that as a challenge...
PM: if only you could meet someone who was all those things, who didn't want kids (PM doesn't want kids...)
Me: yeah, wouldn't that be nice.
Then we talked about him and OKC, he's too busy with work and the gym for a relationship...wouldn't it be nice if you could just meet someone in a pub or somewhere... damn! so he doesn't want to go out with anyone just now.
Arrrrrrrgh. He looks at me sometimes and I absolutely just melt, we just beam at each other and it's not fucking fair.
Dropped him off. Texted him when I got home, 'actually, in retrospect I'm a brilliant liar at the important things, I believe it's called 'acting'. pet name. See you tomorrow... Sx.
Umm. Yeah.