men men men men manly men men men...MEN

O. GOD.
So apparently I'm totally untrained in the art of not thinking about men.

I've always loved working in London because there's men EVERYWHERE. ITS GREAT.

I was fully aware when I fancied best friends Ryan Shettle and Max Allen that I was also in adoration of their fathers- I was 6 years old, and starting as I meant to go on.

So now this boyfriend malarkey has left me in a bit of bother, what am I supposed to think about all day?

I want a man petting zoo. I don't know what it is but I love treating a man. So many guys are stressed. So stressed, they work hard, and they have all these silly complex issues with themselves. I just like making a man feel good. Relax. Maybe I should have become a masseuse or a chef, but I don't really want anything in exchange.

For the past year I've been looking for someone who wants to make me feel good too, and now I've got one.

Only problem is, I don't like not being able to make other men feel good too.

My man is gorgeous. He's yummy and funny and successful and sweet and an inspiration. I think I'm having trouble letting him make me feel good. I'm the giver. This may take some getting used to...

Have started working in the office now, bar Friday I'm still up everyday at 4.30am. The hours are a little brutal, but the people are fun. I feel grown up when I answer the phone, but not so grown up at how much I love having a microwave.

Work now.
x

P.S. Went rock climbing on Saturday. Silly awesome. Nearly back to being able to move.