Why did I take a wrong turning into the red light district on match night?
This sums up my life, it would seem I have a habit of taking a wrong turn in general and wind up in places the likes of me really shouldn’t be. My worse nightmare is quiet literally a load of scantally clad women licking a window with both their mouths, and a sea of men dressed badly in orange. Combined is just hellish – I found myself picking up the pace clutching my bag and my wine. It had been a very long day and the last thing I needed was this.
I had a Carrie moment today where something struck me, this thought will bear down for an episode (or in my case a week) and it will be my mantra. When we are newly single, we can only be described as a black hole, sucking anything in the form of attention towards it, subconsciously trying to fill the gap that was your relationship – this would explain one night stands, dating people who aren’t anywhere near your type, and the constant need (especially in my case) to text and dwell on previous partners. Now I am single, I speak to all of my ex’s on a weekly basis, some conversations cross that line of ‘friendly flirting’ and leap whole heartily into the sext-ing part of texting. I always seem to develop a case of post relationship cock fright, it is that bad I have even learn how to say it in dutch.
Ik heb penis angst.
Now I am not sure if this is a scientific phobia, but I have seen it on Geordie Shaw, so I know that I am not the only person in the world to be a little concerned by the one eyed monster. It would seem that I could only go with something familiar……and sometimes familiar becomes a security blanket this 20-something gay man could do without! Like most phobia’s, you have to look your demons in the eye and swallow…..and perhaps in this case the literal sense of the phrase would do me a world of wonders!