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I am rush-rush-rushed and typing this on the train whilst running late for work. It's been a knackering few weeks. Literally running from one thing to another, not getting enough sleep, being constantly worried, and trying to juggle too many social commitments. This morning thankfully I left on a warm and fluffy note, having given my Nice Guy a long distance verbal hug (a nice contrast to yesterday where I left almost in tears and with my stomach churning having rowed about a tiny little thing because we were both so overtired).
The 7th was Miss Sunshine and her husband's anniversary party, which I travelled south for, already tired from the week before but looking forward to the pleasant company. That started off fantastically well, all of our old friends there enjoying the weather and the barbecue and the good clean fun. Then I managed to put a foot wrong with Nice Guy whilst talking to him online, because I had forgotten to mention my date with Mountain in the middle of the week. We end up in a mire of emotional mess and I am left in tears on Miss Sunshine's bed - he is hurting, and I am hurting because he is and I am too far away to put it right. Miss Sunshine, Miss Anthropist, Tigger and Scaredycat are all there worrying about me, and that makes it worse because I am upset at worrying them too.
At any rate things got better, and then they got worse again, and then they got better. We had a long talk about my ‘year of single’ and how he will continue to support me in that, but that he is happy there might be some possibility of compromise at the end of the year. I say it is too early to think about that now - maybe we'll get to the end of the year and not even *need* to compromise.
Monday morning was spent at the airport waiting for Poet and her boyfriend to arrive - Poet is a lady I have known online for a couple of years but we had never met in person before. I had offered the pair of them my room to stay in for a week while they came to see the City, neither of them having enormous amounts of money to spend - a fine plan, slightly messed up by the fact that my spare bed, which was in transit from the Goldfish Bowl failed to arrive in time. We managed, but it made things a little more stressful than they would have been otherwise.
The rest of the week was just a blur. Cad came back with us the first night, having met up in town and we ended up sleeping on sofas, then a night off spent on webcam with NG, knowing he's needing more time at the moment, then a date with Mountain overnight (very pleasant), then work, then going away for the weekend to stay with Miss Anthropist for her birthday - had it's ups and downs, but she loved the little handmade book I made her as a birthday present. We had a small party for her on the saturday night with Lawyer and his boyfriend, and that was rather lovely.
I got back to the City on Sunday afternoon, utterly worn out, and stupidly went into creative mode, ended up ignoring Poet and her boy til silly o'clock in the morning on their last night in town. Feel utterly silly now I realise it, but when the artistic urge comes it is hard to resist!
Monday saw my guests leaving, and myself at the hospital getting a lump in my boob checked out - looks like nothing serious, but will have to be playing gently for a while!
The rest of this week again has gone like a fingersnap. Met Mountain for coffee on Tuesday night to confirm details for the weekend – more about that later. Then my Gay Fiancee arrived in the City – a day sooner than I expected, and the next two days disappeared entirely.
Today I am working and then I will be heading straight to Mountain’s. He is taking me away for the weekend and we will be going to a fetish/swing club he is already a member of – it will be my first time at one really (having been there, I really don’t think Torture Garden counts it’s more a dance club with a fancy dress theme!), and also the longest we have spent together yet, and in the most kinky environment. So I am looking forward to it with both excitement and trepidation. Hoping things won’t get awkward if M’s ex decides to show up – I gather their breakup hasn’t been completely amicable, but will just have to cross that bridge if we come to it. At the very least I am looking forward to playing dress-up – there’s a ‘circus’ theme to the party on Saturday night, he is going as a Ring Master, and I shall be dressed as a ‘leopard’ though in as skimpy an outfit as possible. (Yes there are plenty of puns there, and I am resisting!)
Next week, well, I will catch up on that at a later date I think – it will be at least as busy as this one has been. At least I have one more trip to the Goldfish Bowl to look forward to, going back for NG’s last week before he moves to the City, and an enforced rest while I’m there. It’s a hard life….
Wish me luck for the weekend, and I hope you are all enjoying yourselves too.
Red.
xxx
The 7th was Miss Sunshine and her husband's anniversary party, which I travelled south for, already tired from the week before but looking forward to the pleasant company. That started off fantastically well, all of our old friends there enjoying the weather and the barbecue and the good clean fun. Then I managed to put a foot wrong with Nice Guy whilst talking to him online, because I had forgotten to mention my date with Mountain in the middle of the week. We end up in a mire of emotional mess and I am left in tears on Miss Sunshine's bed - he is hurting, and I am hurting because he is and I am too far away to put it right. Miss Sunshine, Miss Anthropist, Tigger and Scaredycat are all there worrying about me, and that makes it worse because I am upset at worrying them too.
At any rate things got better, and then they got worse again, and then they got better. We had a long talk about my ‘year of single’ and how he will continue to support me in that, but that he is happy there might be some possibility of compromise at the end of the year. I say it is too early to think about that now - maybe we'll get to the end of the year and not even *need* to compromise.
Monday morning was spent at the airport waiting for Poet and her boyfriend to arrive - Poet is a lady I have known online for a couple of years but we had never met in person before. I had offered the pair of them my room to stay in for a week while they came to see the City, neither of them having enormous amounts of money to spend - a fine plan, slightly messed up by the fact that my spare bed, which was in transit from the Goldfish Bowl failed to arrive in time. We managed, but it made things a little more stressful than they would have been otherwise.
The rest of the week was just a blur. Cad came back with us the first night, having met up in town and we ended up sleeping on sofas, then a night off spent on webcam with NG, knowing he's needing more time at the moment, then a date with Mountain overnight (very pleasant), then work, then going away for the weekend to stay with Miss Anthropist for her birthday - had it's ups and downs, but she loved the little handmade book I made her as a birthday present. We had a small party for her on the saturday night with Lawyer and his boyfriend, and that was rather lovely.
I got back to the City on Sunday afternoon, utterly worn out, and stupidly went into creative mode, ended up ignoring Poet and her boy til silly o'clock in the morning on their last night in town. Feel utterly silly now I realise it, but when the artistic urge comes it is hard to resist!
Monday saw my guests leaving, and myself at the hospital getting a lump in my boob checked out - looks like nothing serious, but will have to be playing gently for a while!
The rest of this week again has gone like a fingersnap. Met Mountain for coffee on Tuesday night to confirm details for the weekend – more about that later. Then my Gay Fiancee arrived in the City – a day sooner than I expected, and the next two days disappeared entirely.
Today I am working and then I will be heading straight to Mountain’s. He is taking me away for the weekend and we will be going to a fetish/swing club he is already a member of – it will be my first time at one really (having been there, I really don’t think Torture Garden counts it’s more a dance club with a fancy dress theme!), and also the longest we have spent together yet, and in the most kinky environment. So I am looking forward to it with both excitement and trepidation. Hoping things won’t get awkward if M’s ex decides to show up – I gather their breakup hasn’t been completely amicable, but will just have to cross that bridge if we come to it. At the very least I am looking forward to playing dress-up – there’s a ‘circus’ theme to the party on Saturday night, he is going as a Ring Master, and I shall be dressed as a ‘leopard’ though in as skimpy an outfit as possible. (Yes there are plenty of puns there, and I am resisting!)
Next week, well, I will catch up on that at a later date I think – it will be at least as busy as this one has been. At least I have one more trip to the Goldfish Bowl to look forward to, going back for NG’s last week before he moves to the City, and an enforced rest while I’m there. It’s a hard life….
Wish me luck for the weekend, and I hope you are all enjoying yourselves too.
Red.
xxx
posted by Miss Scarlet at 9:09 am
2 Comments:
:o) Hope you had a good weekend, sounds fun - and dressing up just makes it better.
You didn't scare me at the party, I just get sad when things aren't going well. So don't worry about scaring me that way, there are far more effective ways to scare me!
S
How on earth do you find the energy to do all that? I sincerely hope you aren't burning the candle from both ends. But at least you're having a good time for the most part.
Glad to hear that the lump was nothing serious too. One less thing to worry about for me.
'Wuss'
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