sponge. Send him a pic of a cock with 'that's you, that is' as the text.
I'm so sorry.
watch. You know that there's an element of wading through the dross. I know it's disheartening and I know it gets tedious always, always being alone. But you're great. :). You know that. If it happens, it happens, if it doesn't, then it doesn't. Keep your standards. :)
I honestly blame porn for this. People get a bit addicted, they can't process that what they see on a screen isn't a true representation of people on real life.
I'm ok, thanks. :) went for quick birthday drinks last night wearing shorter than usual skirt. As a feminist I am absolutely opposed to catcalls and being hooted at...but I got hooted at 'hello beautiful!' on my way to the station and it felt bloody good. all my lovely girl chums I hadn't seen in ages decided that my new nickname is 'skinny' and I had a nice time. Had a fleeting idea that I would buzz by voldemorts on my way back to have 'the chat', but stomped on that because while I have stated my case by long-winded email and had a text response of sorry, that was a week ago and there's been nothing since. He has fallen considerably in my estimation and if he wants to be friends, then I feel he has to do the running. I do miss him, but I refuse to apologise further for what I still see as brave and lovely.
I'm off work today, have some chores to run, but am going to purge my wardrobe of the pashmina he gave me everything that is too big & all the 3/4 length saggy shorts that I wore when he was around.
It's not quite brilliant yet, but it damn well will be.