Back to reality indeed, and back to the toils and endeavours that I love to call journalism. I spent another busy week at one of the weeklies, where the pressure was ramped up so much it felt like working on a daily. Normally this doesn’t bother me, but the baton of stress is inevitably passed down from editor to deputy to features editor to features desk, and even being a humble freelancer means you can’t escape it. Seeing something I’d worked on frantically and thoroughly for three days pretty much written off by the deputy on Thursday morning had me close to tears, though that was probably brought on by all the late nights I’d had since Monday.
Not that I’m complaining – this week has been a LOT of fun. On Tuesday evening the Canadian came round to mine, which was momentous in two ways – not only is he AMAZING in bed, but it was the first time another man had been in my flat since the horrific ex. So now it feels slightly like something has been reclaimed, or exorcised. Which can only be a good thing. Wednesday was spent with my best friend Dan, who’s back from Afghanistan for a few days, and Thursday involved having the Italian round for dinner. I was slightly concerned he’d rubbish my risotto but I needn’t have worried; he seemed semi impressed and had a second helping, ooer.
We had a highly entertaining conversation about his approach to women. He basically divides them into two categories; those he knows he’ll sleep with, and, er, everyone else. It turns out he’s quite bored with women, though I ventured that that is possibly because he finds sleeping with them so easy. He has said before that he has had a couple of gay encounters and I wondered whether possibly he might be one of those guys who secretly hates women because he prefers men, but is promiscuous with them because they make it so easy for him.
He was heading off at the weekend to Brussels for a music festival, where he was going to be sharing a tent with an 18 year old he does find attractive, and her best friend, who fancies him. The first friend is also very jealous of the second friend. That’s either going to be a whole lot of fun, or a whole lot of pain. I’m sure I’ll find out at some stage.
