Oh dear! I got extremely drunk the other night - still recovering. onsidering I don't really drink, I don't quite know what happened! One drink led to another and all the time I was chatting out with the girls and then the puking and passing out started - in the pub of all places. I'm a tad embarrassed! And god knows what I said to people. Apologies if you were there and were offended.

 

My car broke down Wednesday and had to be towed home. I had no money to fix it. The girls came over and we decided to have a nice drink in a pub beer garden to take advantage of the sun in the afternoon. It then ended up like the "Smack my bitch Up" video. I was wandering round the pub stroking the shirts of random people and being in love with everyone (which is what happens). Next thing who should walk in but...

 

Tranman of the Bar - I try to snog him, he won't let me as he is now seeing someone (which is nice) so I then decide to see how far I can go (ooh deary me) and then try hugging, feeling his rather sexy leather mini skirt he's wearing and groping his false breasts (oh dear oh dear the shame of it!) He tells me that he is finding it all hard to resist (which is nice).

 

Then who do I see him talking to by the loos: The Fangman. Yes, nearly a year and now he reappears looking very fine and dandy indeed indeed. They do not know each other at all but are chatting.

 

After a while I am flirting with the Tranman again when Fangman comes and taps me on the shoulder and wants to talk. It's all friendly and nice and he wants me to come roumnd his house sometime and be friends kinda thing. He takes my number. He then chats up a woman who tried to pick a fight with me once who I now aviod! What's going on??

 

I then puke in loos and get taken home puking out the car window all the way. Still puking at lunchtime the next day. Phone is lost so I have no messages. Now incommunicado and trouble with broadband to boot.

 

Also I am talking to a friend in the pub (same night) who ran into the Dickman that day and he sent some coded message about still going to China. I know what this means. It means he's sorry and he cares for me but China comes first for now. Which is ok.

 

I also have a date with a new man today - which is bad timing for such a thing and I'm nervous. Mind you he is talker so I can do more listening than is usual. As usual, I shall only report on this if he is astoundingly deranged as the rest are  - well unique individuals then (to be more polite). But no matter what, I do have quite a lot of love for these men and would be there if they were in trouble - and they know it. And maybe they are there just a little for me when its needed - out of the blue. I was given a small gift by Fangman which touched me deeply and was a clear peacemaking gesture of his new understanding of me.

 

Much love to all you crazy men out there

And a massive hug to all women who manage to deal with them!

 

kisses

Terry

x

 

PS Sorry about the pics but it had to be done!!