It happened last night and it has terrified me.
As you are aware, my dear friend, there is a certain
someone I have been spending a significant amount of time with. Yesterday evening he took me out for
dinner. He’s the kind of man who opens
doors for you and helps you with your coat even though you're not a septuagenarian.
He is thoughtful, attentive, has a wickedly dry sense of humour and is
easy going.
Post-dinner, whilst lying wrapped in my lover’s arms I
felt a stirring which was nothing to do with sex or fucking. It was a warm, hormonal surge which prompted
me to press myself further into him, he responded by tightening his
well-defined arms around me.
Each time I see him, the fondness I feel for him intensifies
a little. We’re not talking the ‘L’ word
but these old familiar feelings – the ones which have led to so much hurt in
the past – are certainly making their uncomfortable presence felt.
I am deeply concerned that my cynical writing style will
be affected by the presence of emotions and the like. Help me Dobson, you’re my only hope...
Frankie
PS. Having
monopolised our blog for so long, I now refuse to write any more until you have
made an entry. Fnar.
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