And by ‘friends’, I mean real friends. The ones I hang out with in real life, whose numbers I have and who I’ve had more than one heart-to-heart with - either sober or intoxicated.
If I ever at any stage during our friendship, annoy you, upset you or piss you off, it will always, always be the case that this was done inadvertently. Always.
It is also highly likely that this was done when inebriated. In which case the best course of action would be to bring this up to my attention as soon as possible, in person or on the phone, or even over skype if you have no better way.
I will then proceed to apologize and put whatever measure necessary in place to make sure whatever the incident, it does not repeat itself.
Exceptions to this rule would be when I have purposely made an attempt to annoy, upset or piss you off.
In which case, you WILL know that was my whole intention.
These rules, follow on with what an educated, considerate adult would do in such situation. Mess up -> face consequences -> apologize.
Caveat: failing to bring any upsetting incident to my attention and instead cowardly ranting for 3 paragraphs in your tumblr (which you know I will be reading), describing what your misunderstandingly thought I meant, like a sissy, immature adolescent is only going to guarantee I delete you from my life, with zero feelings of guilt and wish I had never addressed you as ‘friend’. Easy job.
This blonde/blue eyed/chiselled semigod is coming to see me this weekend.
He’s proved to be one of the good guys so far. Always texting me when he said he would, checking on me all the time, asking how my day went….
It’s the first time I’m excited about seeing someone since a certain dancer went back to the States. We met a gig he was playing (on guitar) and my head just turned. I HAD to speak to him. I’m pleased he didn’t think I was crazy for being so forward.
We’ll see how the weekend pans out but he seems like he’s nice and grown up enough to deal with or make fun of any situation we may came across as nearly strangers this weekend (although we’ve been speaking every single damn day for the past two months!).
So far, he meets all of my 10 rules. Wish me luck!
The first time it was a slow process. Little by little I got used to this person I was starting to share my life with. It was innocent and pure love. The kind you feel for a brother with some naughty thoughts thrown in (no allusion to incest intended).
The second time was chaotic and all-consuming. To quote a great woman on the subject, this was “real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, can’t-live-without-each-other love”. It was absolute infatuation.
However, he turned into the antagonist of my story. The one that got away. The man who broke my heart.
Years later, we speak again.
I have previously mentioned my rather inconvenient drunken behaviour, which normally includes a few drunken messages/texts that half the time I don’t really mean.
Only that this time I kind of meant it.
I said to him last Saturday: “I still wonder, you know. What would have happened if we had continued that silly thing we had…”.
This would have been ok if he wasn’t now a married man. I mean, I have absolutely no intention of breaking up his partnership. But it was a selfishly impulsed text, moved by my guilty curiosity.
Hi! I started following you a while ago, and can I honestly say something? You're amazing. You're what I think women should now-a-days be like. Unrestrained by social stigma, following what they want, not afraid of their sex life and roles. I loved reading through some of your entries. You're the kind of confident and strong woman I admire.
Can we make everyone into a clone of you? I am extremely flattered.
Particularly, because this is coming from another woman.
Sometimes it’s so hard being who we really are and honest with ourselves. But knowing there are people like you out there make it all worth it.