“I HAVE NO IDEA HOW PEOPLE DATE LOTS OF DIFFERENT PEOPLE ALL THE TIME”
have NO mutual friends, he hardly does social media and is extremely private.
There is a bit of quiet confidence about him, and he is very, very laid-back. So you know, the complete opposite of me. I like him enough to get back in the shower after drying off and realising I have shaved only one leg.
I am able to return some of that super love and support I have been drowned in the last few months.
The thing I keep hearing the most from my friends and family is this: “I know everything that has happened and is happening is terrible, but we get to see you again. You’re DOING things again, you aren’t worrying about the bloody floors or if your husband has enough cooked meals for the week.”
And it’s true. Every morning I wake up with Oscar with the light streaming through the window I think I am so GLAD that I live here. I LOVE my apartment. It’s breezy, in a great location and it’s become a drop-in point for everyone.
There is rarely a day that goes by that I don’t have a mate call in for a drink, or a movie or a meal. That balcony has heard a lot of funny stories and a lot of laughter.
So again, thank you to my family who just ring me to tell me they love me, to my mum for ensuring I always have pretty shoes and nice dresses for my date, to my friends who send me cards telling me I am a good human, to Katie and Uncle Rogg ( and all the regulars) who call out and pour me a wine as soon as I walk through The Australian pub doors, and all my friends who take a lively, errr, interest in my love life ( sorry, I am hiding this one for a while!)
Good eggs, all of you.