God Thinks I'm Abel

As a confirmed single I must admit, I tend to get tangled up in my own lead. Without a boyf tagging along or nagging at the back of your mind, the physical and emotional liberties are indeed gratifying.However, then come the moments where everyone has another's hand to slip comfortably into whilst you, on the other hand, just grip your clutch tighter and add a conscientious bounce to your step.

Sometimes I tell myself it is better off this way but it isn't. It's not better as in more enjoyable,but it's just a logical state of being for someone as picky, psychotic,neurotic and confuddled as me. In those moments when the couples pair up,the confirmed single (i.e me), gets a sudden quiet in my head which is mostly lonliness mixed in with restlessness and a whole bunch of other feelings which until now,I have not been able to verbalise.In a nutshell, it sucks.

When you're a loud and proud (or illusionally loud and proud) single, other issues start to arise.Issues like crushes. The big question of whether Guy A likes you or how many days one should wait before texting the aforementioned becomes a matter of life and death.One false word could send the fragile liason shattering to the ground in a million irreparable shards. That's it, Guy A will be out the door and it will take you another few weeks of hard socialising to find your replacement. As a single,you have alot to lose. Take for example, my all too hasty statement to Guy T that he wasn't chasing hard enough. Result? He gives up. Literally, gives up.

I must admit,I've never been a pro at these things.In fact, I downright suck at issues concerning the heart. I'm a good listener,but tell me to put my advice into practice and Im all over the place. Something like a Hitch but less lucky. So back to Guy T. He tells me he thinks I'm hot but that seems to be all that's there...My supposed dream guy is just a booty luster. What a crushing disappointment. But there you have it, in conclusion,singlehood sucks. I choose to believe however,that singledom is like a big boring waiting room where you pick a number and wait for your turn to be called.Only of course,my wait seems to comprise of cruel false starts and crushing failures but what else is there really.

My recent trip to Rome was exhausting but anyway,i'm too lazy to write all about it and about the first time I hitchhiked. That's right, I actually flagged down a random stranger in the middle of the deserted roads of Rome at 4am in the morning,desperate for a ride to Termini. It is a long story, but ultimately, my brave move paid off because there was no way my knobbly knees could have walked me all the way to the station which ,on foot,would have taken 2 days at the least.


Italy won the quarter finals when we were there and everyone in the Piazza Navona was going wild. Yes, there were bottles thrown later on, but aside from that, the enthusiasm was infectious. People with Italian flags even tied them round their necks like capes and circled the square triumphantly in their little vespas belting out the start to the White Stripe's 'seven nation army'. Then of course, there were a few creepy men who spoke no english but were desperate to bring us to their 'casa'. You can only guess what our answer was.

Aside from the scorching heat and our crappy accomodation, Maddy and I survived to tell the tale.