Wow, what a bleak day. Just about as down as it could be. Internal conversations, the black dog biting and sickness spanned across the hours.

Then I stood in my shirt, in the August drizzle and felt alive.

A fine, beautiful, slutty tramp of a woman gave me the time of day again. Don't know how to handle her. She has a partner, yet she wants something, and I know what it is. But how to broach the matter. How to be cool. Fucking ASD. Confusion, poured upon confusion.

A darling of mine came-a-calling and I talked to her for so long. Will treasure these conversations for ever.

My dream girl was, as always, unobtainable. uncomfortable and awkward. How to be as normal and charming and sincere with her as I am with other women? Feel so difficult to talk naturally with this one, because of the lust. But she is so clever, which is a more than magnetic draw. She is also a metaphorical vampire, which maybe worries me. I am too, which would make a bad combination. 

She has such a great backside.