I Miss Him

Maybe it's the intensity of the past two weeks, but I really miss him. He flew off to LA this afternoon. He'll be back on Sunday morning - not soon enough.

We’ve been hanging out a lot. At least I feel it’s A LOT. After been single for so long, it’s strange having somebody around. Somebody I have to be accountable to (with respect to my “vices” at least), somebody who calls to check where I am, someone that makes me think I’m not so self sufficient after all. My mum’s met him too – remember my drunk MOS night - she actually likes him. Beverly thinks he’s good for me – that he’ll put a brake on my excessive partying.

But honestly, is drinking copious amounts of alcohol and smoking like a chimney necessarily worse evils than seeing a married guy? And a seemingly happily married one at that (think loving wife-adorable kids). Where are my scruples?And moral reproach aside, should I be playing with fire AGAIN?

But he’s so sweet.I’m afraid I’ll get used to having him around. After all, all relationships with “unavailable” men tend to have expiry dates. Yes, stupid-voice-in-my-head. I do hate you.