Two weeks ago my best friend went off to find herself and I was worried that without her I would shrivel away and die. But oh no, I attacked the matter at hand. I e-mailed, I rang, I sent out feelers left, right and centre….and I didn’t have to wait long. Slowly at first, the mails started to come, then faster. Followed by calls, and surprise visits. And before I knew it I had 3 sometimes 4 offers a night. There have been complicated men, interesting women, real and virtual chats into the early hours and marvellous gay clubbers. It just hasn’t stopped. I think I may have lost my British stiffness too, I have been saying yes to spontaneous outings and rushing off at 12am from dinner parties to drink till the sun comes up. My previous nights of pyjamas and coco and off to bed at 12, have been cancelled, now it’s AM PM for this plain Jane turned latin babe.
My neighbours and friends say it’s like I have woken up. I spend my free time lying in the sun instead of covering myself in solitude and paint. I am not sure yet, but it seems Nookie’s vipasana was good for me too. Now how to tell her that I am not free to meet up with her till early next week?
Oh fuck it, I’ll move things around after all there are now more then 24 hours in a day. |