No, not another lesbian!
Just when you think you are moving on and starting to get some semblance of normality back in your life, what happens?
‘Him’ of ‘Him’ fame called me last night. Now I’m sure old boyfriends (and girlfriends) turn up in your lives from time to time but I was almost stuck for words (for a change). I really didn’t know what I felt when I heard that familiar voice.
Confusion.
Excitement.
Love?
I actually think I still love him. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it.
Anyway he phoned with an offer – a nice offer.
His parents have an apartment in Spain and he’s going out there for a couple of weeks in October. He has asked me to join him.
‘No strings’, he says.
I think that might mean I can’t take my thong underwear.
Seriously, I am tempted and if I can get the time off work I may go.
Am I being stupid?
I suspect he was seeing someone else prior to our break up but I have no proof. Should that influence my decision or should I go and enjoy the sun and whatever else I feel up for?
Or should I sat in cold, wet rainy Glasgow?
Not much of a contest, eh?






