Fasting...or not

So I confess I only really made it through Two proper days of fasting. Then Somebody had to send me roses and I kinda went on a bit of a spiral of catching up of pretty much 3 days of non-viewing. No twitter yet. Trying to keep this all under control.

 

My big mistake in the effort to clear my head was that I was bored on Wednesday evening and may have rented a seasons worth of a particularly girly show - 12 episode later, my head is way too full. I did however gain some insight into relationships. (is it bad if I identify more with the male characters than the female characters? "Yeah break up with that pathetic whining woman - Man it out buddy!")

 

Anyway speaking of men, I sit next to two different chaps, let us call them Sally and Sue (everyone gets a girls name on my blog this week - because... well... it's my blog I make the rules) Both Sally and Sue are reasonably nice looking chaps, pretty hair, nice clothes, cool personas.

 

Now Sue is the same age as me and kinda has girls making sure they are around to catch his eye where ever he goes socially. He has a foreign girlfriend-not-girlfriend who moves mountains and time schedules to make time for them to see each other. It seems that the hardest he ever needs to work on a relationship is to arrive. (do not mistake him as a womaniser - he is a good sort of chap)

 

Now Sally is perhaps maybe a year or two older than me. I tend to catch him on the Computicket website a lot buying tickets. He is however not a cultural enthusiast, he buys tickets for girls he likes and fancies or is friends with. Yet, he doesn't seem any less single. Does the gifts approach work?

 

That said, having roses delivered to me at work where I had to collect them from reception and walk all the way back to my desk holding them for all to see - Greatest satisfaction ever. (Men: Note this.)

 

And so I am pretty much as confused as I was before. Some moments I am flying high in the knowledge of what I want and next moment I realise something else and crash down.

 

I think I worry to much. Wait I am a woman, do I even need to say that? Let me rather say, I have a trick brewing up my sleeve and I need the courage to carry it out. Let the final words today be: Banish Self Doubt!