sorry? WTF

OK OK, I have been text/emailing this person, and they are very flaky - its doing my head in!! I do not have a lot of spare time - and I like my free time to be quite structured. I like to know, what I am doing and who I am doing it with.

So yes, back to this person, we've been chatting for a while, met up for coffee - all going well, chatting more and more - suppose to meet up on Wednesday for drinks...Nope did not happen, I had a text at 10pm apologising stating that they were really busy...too busy to send a message or email??? really??? so lets rearrange - Friday, chatting Thursday, they asked if i was available for drinks Thursday afternoon at 3...I work in the city, of course not...dick! - so lets rearrange for Friday - I am free (usually my only night off), yes all good - until I get a text this lunch saying...

"my alarm failed so no"...what does that mean? You over slept and cannot come for a drink 14hrs later???

I ask the question...WTF!?

meaningless sex?

Well, listening to Woman's Hour on Radio 4 - schedules have changed due to industrial action at the BBC (pensions?? seriously - at least you have a pension, and more importantly, you will retire...the way this country is going, i am not going to be able to retire until i am.......ummm....dead?)

Apparently, men are quite happy to have meaningless sex, with people...(generally) we don't need to know their name etc etc etc....woooooooooah, is that true, I look back at my very small "post it" note of people - i think i know their name - actually, ummmm there maybe a couple who i do not know, actually - yes i do not know - woah, and I thought I was a romantic.

new clean fresh living - I am endeavouring to find meaningful sex - enough meaningless sex...

however, the search is not going well - so far my life is full of flakey-ness...people who are very keen on other forms of communications - rather than actual face to face communications. I do not what a virtual better half.

A club does not itself you know!

17 cups of coffee later, 67 emails down and it is now 2pm in the afternoon - finally time to start my paid job! Just call me club/men's/social captain...people talk about driving the club forward? Driving? I am pulling it to a point of breaking my back...who ever said it would be easy? (well, a quick google search - i never said it would be easy, i only said it would be worth it - came from a Mormon - (orginally i typed moron - oops). I have the former bit down to a T - the latter, well I will keep you updated.

I had my bi-polar moment this week, when I thought what is the point? I had the same issue whilst being president of my Uni Club - but i managed to ride that out. I am fully expecting to ride this out as well - but I am here for the long term...

ooooooOOOO good looking people have just arrived in the office - i think work will have to wait...swoon

Lack of Communication

Maybe this should be a somewhere to vent frustration - about life/work/rowing/love/family...I do have a tendency to put my size nine in it (well size eight - i know, small feet - not very stable into a wind.) So maybe this a better idea -

I can talk/rant/rave and generally spout rubbish in the hope that it makes me feel better and that someone, somewhere can relate and realise that their life is not that bad in the end (allowing them to step away from the edge)

So...here goes...