SIX!

Went out on the lash a bit last night. Got hit on a bit. Handed out the bat a bit. It felt good. It's always nice to know that [a small percentage of] the opposite sex find you attractive *wink*. However I did get horribly hit on by someone who I didn't really want to be hit on by (I'm having huge problems with this in general at the moment!). The scenario went something like this:

Girl: So. Are you still single then?
Me: Ahhhh... yep
Girl: Ohh.
Girl: Actually, so am I.
Me: Ahhhhh... Ok.
Girl: Do you wanna know something?
Me: Ahhhhh... alright.
Girl: I think you're a really great guy.
Me: Ahhhhh... thanks... *uncomfortable silence*

After that oh-so-obviously "Not intrested!" reply from me she went off and I scarpered. I hate that. I always get attention from girls that are so scarily not my type it's... well, scary.

Over the past few weeks since Sarah and I split I've had to reconcile alot of my thoughts and ideas. It's been a rather strange and often winding path that I've had to mentally tread but I've come to the end of it and I'm happy with my mindset. Unfortunately, as per usual, my timing stinks. But that can't be helped so I'll just deal.

I'm in a happier place right now than I have been for a while. I'm making a concerted effort to get out a bit more. I used to be a bit of a 'pardy aminal' but since moving to Wiltshire, and now Dorset, all that's dried up. Instead, somehow, I've become a kind of reclusive, party avoiding, old-before-his-time bloke. Well that's how it feels anyway. It's probably something to do wiith all the country air out here. Anyway, what counts is that I'm making the effort to regain the old Ian. I'm going to give it a good bit of stick too because who I am right now is not actually who I am. If you get that.

Anyways, I'm off. Work starts again in about an hour.