Low energy.

I met with Nerdy Girl this evening - rescheduled from last week. I was feeling low energy, having spent the past two days in the office. I contemplated postponing again but with the weather being good and still wanting to get up off my fat ass, I decided against it.

Nerdy Girl turned up, somewhat agitated. Work issues, she explained. Nothing bad, just a problem she can't solve. We did our lap. Usually we'd grab a bite to eat or hit CB Pub for a drink. But tonight, I could tell she wanted to get back to her house to have another crack at the problem.

That actually suited me down to the ground. We parted ways and I got home.

Oh, and in other news, somewhat randomly, Mr QC1 passed us in the park. He's an avid runner, but I've not seen him (or QC1) in over a year.

Hmmm...

Quiet Girl has been off work for the past week. We have big bosses over and everyone has to go into the office on Wednesday, so I was planning on seeing if she was going to attend the next work event in just over two weeks time.

But her out of office has changed. As I said, she was off last week, due back tomorrow, but now she won't be back until the start of June. It has me pondering. Last-minute holiday away? She does like travelling. Or is it something more personal? That's not a good thing, usually.

I'm genuinely toying with the idea of sending her a WhatsApp.

Party over here.

The gig was great. High energy, great music and just fun, too. That's not always the case, even with music I like. But the band, TerrorVision, put on a good show.

And the saxophonist/back singer wearing a figure hugging catsuit thing caught my eye too. Imagine Bernadette from The Big Bang Theory in a robot catsuit, and you kinda have that vibe.

Sadly the night ended earlier than I would have liked - the band took the stage at 8 PM and played for 90 minutes. Rather than stay out for a few drinks, D and his wife returned home. It's about an hour's drive, so understandable.

If you've not listened to TerrorVision before, I recommend them. 

Satisfaction.

I didn't sleep particularly well last night. I don't know if it was the heat, the back pain or the new bed. Or all three?

I did wake with this phrase going through my head: "Cuddling, kissing, touching. Fucking. Lusty sex... Sleepy sex... Morning sex... Shower sex..."

I don't know if it's word perfect, but I think it's part of a conversation I'd had with someone ages ago. It's probably USHW as I can't think of anyone else I would have that conversation with, unless it was something posted on Reddit, but it feels more personal than that. A conversation with a specific person rather than a post for many people to consume.

But it got me thinking about sex, and in this weather where I'm always more frisky than usual, that's only going to end one way.

Zzzz...

My new mattress has just been delivered and I've wasted no time in getting it onto the bed and ready for tonight. Now, tonight I'm out with D and likely to have a few drinks, so whatever happens tonight will not be a good yardstick.

I am anticipating a few nights before I get used to it. I'm not great at sleeping in strange beds, and this one is strange to me. It's part of the reason I don't often stay over at KfW2's (that and I am an introvert). 

But the hope is that by early next week, I should be getting longer, better, sleep in a more comfortable bed.

 Woohoo!

Random musings.

Years ago, CC and I were sitting in a bar close to where we worked chatting. KfW2 came up in conversation. I think this was shortly before she was due to get married. Or maybe it was shortly before our work's Christmas party. Whatever it was, KfW2 dressing up was the actual topic of conversation.

I commented about KfW2's hair. She had a tendency, if she was getting dressed by herself, to simply pull her hair back into a pony tail or something. If she was getting dressed with a friend, then she'd spend more time on her hair.

So I voiced the opinion that she always looks better with her hair worn down, not pulled back. And I think that's typically true of most women. I don't know why.

Now, I'm kind of doubting myself already because this picture of Morena Baccarin isn't that bad. I mean, FFS, she's stunning, isn't she? No, Ruuude, stay with it. So, yeah... hair pulled back = bad, right?

But if it's slicked back because it's wet, then why's that different? Why's that hot?

Rock me, Amadeus.

I'm going to a gig tomorrow with D and his wife. It's a band I've been a fan of for many years. I've seen them before, in the late 90s. D was in attendance that night, too. As was FBS and, I think, QC3.

I'm looking forward to it. It should be a great gig, and we'll maybe hang around afterwards for a few drinks. I assume D's wife will drive, so there's no rush home. At least I hope there isn't. The weather's still brilliant over here, so I think town will be buzzing.

Bed time!

I've just been told that my new mattress will be delivered on Friday. Yay! I'm looking forward to a hopefully more comfortable mattress and better quality sleep and maybe it'll help with my back issues, too.

Next week.

Nerdy Girl's cancelled tonight's walk as she's not feeling well. I have to say that I'm not feeling great myself - somewhat nauseous and light headed. So we've postponed until next week.

I think I'll go and chill in the garden with some tunes and a book for a few hours once I log off.

Walky, talky.

With the weather being great, I've already arranged to meet Nerdy Girl for another walk. Just waiting on confirmation of when, but it'll probably be tomorrow evening.

And I really should call KfW2. We've not spoken in a few weeks.

Hmmm.

A night of broken sleep, but I semi-remember talking to a brunette woman in a city that's not my own. Maybe London or Manchester? And I think the woman was known to me. I was getting CH or CAB vibes - a brunette that I was attracted to who had a great figure. I don't recall a lot more from the dream than that, why was I talking to the mystery brunette? Why was in a different city? Who knows?

It's been a while since I thought or dreamed of either woman, and I'm not gonna lie... I was a bit wistful.