Sat 24th July 2010

Along with someone else I've been worried that these posts are becoming very one-dimensional. Then, at the same time, I'm writing about something very new to me - sex - which I spent 11 years not having.

On Monday I texted Linda, who, as she is finishing a PhD and working fulltime, has refused most of my invites for a few months. Knowing she'd be still be working, I suggested we could meet up at 10ish. "You read my mind! Sun, 10ish?", she replied.

When we're together, I'm sure everyone thinks we're boyfriend-girlfriend. I was walking home and she texted saying she'd had a lovely evening. "Me too," I said. "I love you Linda." The love you have in friendships is one of the most precious things in the world.

On a more prosaic level, and feeling a bit frisky and drunk on Thursday at late o'clock, I texted Frances: "I don't suppose by any chance you fancy any company tonight?" She didn't reply so I went to bed. Then the phone rang and in something of a daze, I walked round to hers, feeling a bit ashamed of the phone call, and of taking her up on the generous response to it.

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