The Dirt Field

They say the grass is greener on the other side. Except that sometimes, it's just a dirt field.

Jul 7

I can’t keep up with my own social life.

Last weekend : Engagement party in Paris took up all of my time from the second I left work friday night until the second I fell asleep on sunday night.

Monday : Date night with my now official boyfriend. Couch sex, bed sex, standing up sex. Joint shower. He cooked. Fell asleep in his room cuddling. Not really a whole lot of sleeping went on.

Tuesday : Lunch with Gui, the guy I’m secretly dating. Nighttime : finally crash after over a week of hectic non stop. Sleep through the night like a baby. 

Wednesday : Solo lunch time : 30 euros, worth every penny. Nighttime : Date with Gui, go up to Fourviere, cuddle, have a beer, have sake. Meet up with Ty at Vieux Lyon, Gui leaves. American night proceeds when Megan arrives. American night ends when Megan’s french ex arrives. American night is revived when American waitress, who’s awesome and her name is Neige, joins us. All this over trappist beers. Get home drunk.

Thursday : Wake up, very painfully, at 9 am, to get ready to go see the doctor for my running soles. Considering skivving off work in the afternoon and get guilted into going by A. Spill frozen milk into freezer, clean up involving a blow dryer. Finally find time to take a proper shower. Spill frozen milk AGAIN, follow same cleaning up process. Go to work. Cancel on A., who’s a bit miffed and will probably not see until saturday due to conflicting schedules. Tell him I’m getting paid to teach a night spanish class. In reality meeting up with Gui to spend some time with him before he leaves for India in a week.

Tentative weekend plans : Friday during lunch hour, go pick up running soles. Friday night so far will be for going to the gym (not enough time with hectic schedule) finally doing my nails (long overdue), watching t.v. series and talking on the phone with Yene. Saturday morning, gym again. Hairdressers in the afternoon. See Georgia afterwards. Party at Chloe’s at night. Maybe Neige comes? 

Sunday : pool time? boyfriend time? which boyfriend? Movie time? Brunch time? All tentative plans, all up in the air, not enough time to do them all.