People I know have started inviting me out with them and their friends now that I am Single. I suppose previously they thought that the marital state would mean I already had plans...Nevertheless, it's very thoughtful and I am pleased to be invited and pleased to accept.
There is just one thing that has reared its inconsiderate supremely unattractive head recently and I am finding it very difficult to cope with, particularly when arranging to meet up somewhere public, such as a tube station. Places where Other People arrange to meet up too. Suddenly it seems to me that everyone in London is in a relationship of some sort. Every which way I turn, couples all over the place. Meeting up, going home, kissing, hugging, laughing. Fuckers. I barely lasted until midnight before I finally had to acknowledge my utter misery. My mood crashed and shattered on the floor of the Ha! Ha! Bar. I turned my back on it and went straight home.
There was one highlight of the evening. I learned a new swear word. Putain. Look it up. (Clue: it's French)
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