Sunday, 9 February 2014
I suppose it's still worth thinking about why there's been so little intimacy in my life. I think with women, a lot of the time they think of me as perfectly likeable but in a safe asexual way. TLA once texted me that she was feeling sad because her mum had gone to make her will. I texted back not to be sad because umbrellas don't make it rain. She replied I was like a lovely reassuring cup of tea. An admirable quality maybe, but not the sort of thing that makes people want to drag you to bed.