HB FBS

It's FBS's birthday today. She's three years younger than I am. Back when we briefly fucked, she was a lot more wordly wise than I was. She'd moved out of her parent's house quite young. She had, by her own admission, gone through a rebellious streak. She didn't have a great relationship with her Dad. She'd taken a lot more drugs than I had. Her body count was much higher than mine. And she'd already been engaged.

But she was always positive and optimistic. It's the one thing I would say was her defining characteristic.

Anyway, I sent her a message earlier, wishing her a Happy Birthday. 

Back to basics.

I had thought that the favour I was doing for KfW2 this week would get me on my feet more, and it has! I had hoped that being on my feet more (I'm walking about two miles a day more than average) would do something positive for the ongoing back issue that I've been having for months now.

I had assumed that the back issues were due to my sedentary lifestyle and some actual movement and exercise would help it.

But it's been a week now and I don't think my back has shown any kind of improvement. 

Romance is in the air...

I woke this morning thinking about K. Or rather an old MSN conversation with F about K. F was congratulating me on keeping my distance from K one weekend we were all in Glasgow. This would have been roughly six months after I had sex with K and she a) demanded a relationship and b) refused to accept that my reasons for not wanting to go down that route were genuine, despite being told by friends (specifically F) that they were completely valid.

K was adamant that she was going to bed me. She never said that to me directly - that was a conversation she had with F. And if memory serves, I don't actually recall her making any obvious move that weekend. If it weren't for her behaviour as described above, I'd have gladly gone to bed with her again. She had talked a good game any time we'd discussed sex. But I wasn't doing it when she was pushing for something that I couldn't, and wouldn't, give her.

So errr... Happy Valentine's Day, yeah?

Oh dear.

Wouldn't you know it? I log on to my laptop this morning to a message from Quiet Girl.

"Are you going to this? I'm going with my friend."

It's our monthly work thing. And, yes, that friend.

FFS.

"I might pop in for a couple of drinks, but I'm out at a gig that night"

And then we started talking about other things. But the timing is not great. I've been wanting to meet QG's friend again since that night just over 18 months ago.

Like a bus.

I started thinking earlier about our work night out for this month. If my guess is correct, that'll be two weeks from tomorrow. So I was contemplating whether or not Quiet Girl would be out. I quite fancy being social this month.

Then I remembered that I am out with D that night at a gig. The night before that, I'm meeting a few ex-colleagues for dinner and drinks and the weekend before that I'm meant to be at KfW2's (unless she's forgotten).

So not bad at all. Definitely the most social I've been this year. 

*strokes chin*

For the first time in ages, someone I know popped up in one of the online dating applications that I use. This time it was the attractive athletic woman I knew from primary school. I've definitely posted about her before. It was interesting because I thought she was meant to be emigrating to Australia. She had popped up on my Facebook feed in September, selling a car due to a relocation. Maybe it fell through, maybe she was selling/advertising on behalf of someone else. But I think it's fair to say that if she's on online dating apps, that she's not moving to Australia any time soon.

Oh la la!

Despite not going to D's Superbowl party,  I did stay up to watch some of it. In fact, I watched all of the first half and the half time show with Bad Bunny.

I thought it was awful, from a musical standpoint, but was at least rewarded with the sight of Jessica Alba dancing. 

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I've always claimed that I'm not a boobs guy or an ass guy or a specific body part guy, and that's true. But I have to say that boobs have been on my mind a lot over the past few days. That picture of Anna Kendrick that I posted yesterday is really doing it for me. When considering my past, FBS and CAB have been on my mind a lot, too, and they were blessed in the chest department.

Refresh.

The internet dick crossed my mind briefly when I went to bed last night, but only briefly. I think my assumption yesterday that he'd already blocked me and so didn't see my last message where I'd called out his hypocrisy. (I am am little disappointed that the other moderator didn't reach out - I think we had decent rapport and worked well together.)

That, I think, translated into a very good night's sleep. I feel great this morning. 

Palate cleanser.

To cheer me up from yesterday's "drama" (which I think had a bigger effect than you might expect because the guy's attitude and behaviour reminds me of an old boss I had about 10 years ago), here are some attractive women.

From the top: Anna Kendrick, Alison Brie, Frankie Bridge, Victoria Justice, Anne Hathaway and finally Gemma Atkinson.

You're still outta here.

I didn't sleep at all last night. That's the second time this week it's happened. However, while I've no idea why Tuesday night was sleepless, last night's was all about the internet dick.

My smart watch tells me I got 5.5 hours of sleep, but it really didn't feel like that. I got half of that if I was lucky. It also reported high heart rate (the anxiety) and high temperature.

Surprisingly, the internet dick never replied to my last message despite his history and personality needing to have the last word. Will he reply today (he's based in the USA so there are time differences to consider)? I don't know, but my plan is delete the message unread if I can. I've said my piece. Though I am now wondering if I was already blocked after he had the last word and my most recent message hasn't been delivered.