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Flying out ears, Patrick Cox and falling in love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with
1. The opportunity to laugh early in the morning is always good. I arrived at work this morning early to find Mr O'D there all happy and handsome in his blue gingham (Indonesian assimilated into Dutch according to Wikipedia) shirt. He asked me brightly if I'd had my hair cut as my ears were flying out even further than they usually do. I think it was an oblique sort of compliment. He's not someone that would flirt with another bloke frivolously, and probably not at all. It made me laugh and for a millisecond he looked uncomfortable...but it passed like a tiny burp. He was talking about the tow path by the River Ouse opposite Rowntree Park and down to the Millennium Bridge and how beautiful it is and how he would love to live in one of those houses. I could only agree and I said how I'd fallen in love a hundred times walking along that path. 
2. I went out with the new student at work today and we talked about life, the universe and being gay. Being gay? I often try to say to people who ask me "Are you gay?", no I'm a human being...The student was actually very engaged with the conversation and she really wanted to share. I'm amazed by the generosity of people when they share their stuff and their experience. This person had lots. And she likes shoes...we visited the expensive shoe shop on Gillygate at number 25, Exclusive Footwear Limited and she fondled pairs of diamante-encrusted beauties that cost £350 a throw. There were also fabulous Patrick Cox men's shoes, completely utterly beautiful. I did not touch, I only glanced. The shop itself was disappointing. Slightly tacky and small...I think if I had the kind of money it takes to buy a pair of Patrick Cox from there (sandals from £90 reduced in the sale) I'd want it to be a bit more "classy" and welcoming...but nevertheless I wouldn't say no.
3. Wanting to tell someone how much you love them is a bit tricky. Especially when you can hear the Buzzcocks singing "Ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with?". This happens to me everyday, around every hour and at least once a minute...It just will not go away. I am hopelessly romantic and there seems to be no cure, which could just be because there is no sickness and this is what we are supposed to do. This evening I could feel my heart, what ever that really means, filling with anticipation and the deflating with acknowledgement. I chatted, I talked to people on the phone, I gazed over at my good man and my heart sank and rose as if it were bobbing about on an ocean wave heading for the other shore. I'm in a hopeless, happy state. And in answer to Pete Shelley's lyrical question. Yes I have. Every day. And especially today, and its someone I shouldn't have. Damn it.
2. I went out with the new student at work today and we talked about life, the universe and being gay. Being gay? I often try to say to people who ask me "Are you gay?", no I'm a human being...The student was actually very engaged with the conversation and she really wanted to share. I'm amazed by the generosity of people when they share their stuff and their experience. This person had lots. And she likes shoes...we visited the expensive shoe shop on Gillygate at number 25, Exclusive Footwear Limited and she fondled pairs of diamante-encrusted beauties that cost £350 a throw. There were also fabulous Patrick Cox men's shoes, completely utterly beautiful. I did not touch, I only glanced. The shop itself was disappointing. Slightly tacky and small...I think if I had the kind of money it takes to buy a pair of Patrick Cox from there (sandals from £90 reduced in the sale) I'd want it to be a bit more "classy" and welcoming...but nevertheless I wouldn't say no.
3. Wanting to tell someone how much you love them is a bit tricky. Especially when you can hear the Buzzcocks singing "Ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with?". This happens to me everyday, around every hour and at least once a minute...It just will not go away. I am hopelessly romantic and there seems to be no cure, which could just be because there is no sickness and this is what we are supposed to do. This evening I could feel my heart, what ever that really means, filling with anticipation and the deflating with acknowledgement. I chatted, I talked to people on the phone, I gazed over at my good man and my heart sank and rose as if it were bobbing about on an ocean wave heading for the other shore. I'm in a hopeless, happy state. And in answer to Pete Shelley's lyrical question. Yes I have. Every day. And especially today, and its someone I shouldn't have. Damn it.
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