1:01 a.m. - Wednesday, Nov. 30, 2016
Pussy pursuit
I can't stop bloody eating. I thinks it's the only thing giving me pleasure at the moment. Need to have sex instead. The multi millionaire is definately interested. He texted me this evening whilst I was having Mexican food with his ex (my oldest friend - as in we've been friends most of our lives, not that she's an octogenarian) to tell me he would take me out for a Mexican next time we meet. I said the last thing I wanted was Mexican food but he responded with suggesting we just focus on the tequila. Which means he wants to get me drunk and cop off with me. I hate being pursued, even by multi millionaires it seems. I am going to have to either drop some heavy hints that I have a boyfriend or just tell him, which is always awkward because it instantly blows the atmosphere cold when you see the dissapointment, mild irritation and ego deflation flash across their face in that one split second. Then I feel guilty. It's ridiculous. The 'boyfriend' is the Boy. I might ask him to post a silly face swap photo of us on Facebook so the multi millionaire can see it and jump to conclusions. But if I ask him to pretend to be my boyfriend he might feel hurt because he might think he already is my boyfriend. He sent me a message tonight telling me he got us on the guest list for a club in Madrid Saturday night. Some dull house techno music l expect but still... sounds like a date to me. Maybe he is slightly jealous that I got some interest from someone else. That always ups your currency. He has herpes at the moment so no snogging anyway, not that he even likes snogging. That only happens if we have sex and even then it's not much. Why is my sex life so shit? It's because I am hanging out with a porn addicted asexual millennial (is that an oxymoron?). I miss the days of being pawed over by a sex starved horny married man. But most of all I just miss his company and laughing together. I never think about the sex now. I mostly picture us in the pub wishing lunchtime would last forever. But as each day passes the memories fade. The cat made me laugh today, he jumped up onto the glass table where lay a leather glove and he got such a fright from it he instantly jumped from the table back to whence he came. So bloody cute!!!! I am going to try and capture his reaction to the glove on camera. Maybe he has the same fear of gloves as other cats do with cucumbers. Come to think of it, l haven't tested the cucumber on him yet. Bit cruel but cats have it so easy l think it's good for them to suffer just a lttle bit. It's charavter building.
