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Date: 14 May 2005 15:39:17
So last night I get a text from a certain man saying he's staying over in London this weekend and "do I want to share his sleeping bag?" and that he'd reply to an email I'd sent.
So I think to myself that we might actually get to spend some time together - just a drink and a chat and a maybe...
No such luck - he's obviously working the weekend (again).
My fault really - trust me to fall for a married man. He's married to his job and I'm the unwilling mistress.
I just wish I wasn't so upset about it - not so much with him but with myself.
It's my fault fo allowing myself to be taken in by compliments and flattery. At my age I should have learnt that things were too good to be true - that's the problem when compliments from good looking men are so few and far between.
I've been a stupid cow and allowed someone to get too close, too soon, and I'm the one who gets hurt every time.