Saturday Night Fever

(written on Saturday night)

Fun.
Dancing.
Drinks ($4 Spirits and house wine).
Boys hitting on me (though I pay no attention it reminds me that I’m beautiful).
Meeting new people (lovely Una, interesting Raoul and rad Foxy in his speedy wheelchair).

The music is now a bit too loud, my feet are a bit too tired, and I need food (craving Hungry Jack’s something chronic) but I’m happy.
Satisfied.
I’ve remembered that there is more to life than books, making dinner and the x-files.
I’ve been invited to a birthday party in a couple of weeks, and to become a standing member of the monthly Hornsby Yacht Club gatherings.
I’ve discussed theology, dreams, Europe, horror movies and the Royal Bank of Scotland.

I am happy.
There is more to life.
I just need to go out and find it.

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On a side note, I have realised that re: my last post, the reason I was wanting to be single was nothing to do with The Boy, and actually nothing to do with actually wanting to be single; I was simply freaking out about all the responsibilities I have in my life, and how they were overwhelming me, and as a subconscious automatic reaction, I felt that if I split up our relationship then I would get rid of some of the responsibilities I had in a partnership. But then I realised I needed the partnership for his amazing support.

So, case closed folks! All is not perfect, but it is better. And I’ll keep working on that.