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[July 01, 2003 - 8:03 p.m.]
Paaaain!

Urgh, pain. I am having a bad period, after having bearable ones for the last couple of months. I hope it's not long until I get a date for my laparoscopy. Although, once that's done, I'm going to be "out of action" for a couple of weeks. Crap. I can just imagine that Bill & Ben will suggest a date after the 18th July for our next meet, but then I'll get a date for my op somewhere around that time, and have to put off my next shagfest. Heh, typical - me putting sex over a potentially life-improving operation ;-)

To compound matters, I have only had about 8-9 hours sleep total in the last two days, so I'm sitting here tired, in pain, and unable to concentrate. My nipping off to the toilet every 15 minutes to sit hunched on the loo in agony is probably raising a few eyebrows as well. I want to go home, but it's against my personal policy to skive off work for "female problems" :-/

I scared C - and myself - on Sunday when we were getting ready to go to Camden. I was rooting round in my handbag for something when I suddenly doubled up in pain. We had to postpone going out for half an hour until the painkillers kicked in, and I was able to tentatively manoeuvre myself to the bus

stop.

Meh. Stupid female body.

After work I have to go back to TopShop and return the two skirts. The black & white one fitted C, and looked really cute, but he's not going to wear it to Perversion. He's going to wear my black one instead. He really wants to wear a skirt and look like he's made an effort, but I think he's still apprehensive about the outfit. He sent K a photo of himself wearing the black & white skirt last night, to check that it was "suitable" for Perversion, but all she could do was give him wishy-washy "wear whatever you like" answers. I think she doesn't realise how important this is to C - after all, he's never been to a goth/fetish club before, and he doesn't wear gothy/fetishy clothes normally. She, on the other hand, only goes to that sort of club, and wears black everyday.

He wondered aloud last night if all this effort and worry was worth it. I hope it is, because he really wants to go to the club, and he really wants to get into her "scene" and meet her friends and get to know her better. He's looking forward to getting glammed up on Friday night, but at the same time I think he's concerned that her friends won't "accept" him or that he'll lose track of her in the club and not know anyone. I've offered to go as well, but we both think we should try socialising solo for a change. If we go together we'll wind up just hanging around together all evening, too shy to talk to anyone else.

Plus I don't have any gothy/fetishy clothes either ;-)

Meh, the whole "scenes" thing is sucky. But then I suppose you're going to get a bit of that everywhere - no matter where you go, someone's going to judge you by how you look. I know I almost didn't get into G-A-Y that night we were out with Bill & Ben, the doorman letting the three boys in, but giving me a good look up-and-down before allowing me through.

Anyhow.

In other news, my Dad retired yesterday. Yay! Slacker!

Only another 39 years to go, for me ;-)

Miss anything?

Sluttery [August 16, 2003]
Apologies... [July 30, 2003]
Up and down [July 27, 2003]
Poly/bi meet thingy [July 26, 2003]
Office scandal [July 23, 2003]

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