Tue 27th July 2010

Met Gaynor in a pub where we had "corn fritters in salsa sauce" which tasted like they were from a packet and a mushroom risotto which looked and tasted like diluted glue. I blathered on about my now suddenly non-existent sex life. "How do feel about it all?" "Disappointed. Slightly scared about going back to no physical contact with anyone again. But not that bothered to be honest. I want a proper girlfriend now."

Then I went round to Seriouscrush's where they'd asked me if (if, ha ha) I'd like to come round and try some old homemade wine they'd found. They're doing some exhausting renovation work on their house and I got them out of bed at 6pm. "Sorry," she said, "we were just having a little sleep." You fucking lucky bastard, and what a waste - I bet you never even touched her. Best was the 1999 V.d.P. Côtes de Lancastre du Chemin de Fer Abandonné aux Framboises.

It got quite relaxed and I broached the subject of me staying in the house which they rent me while I do my PhD. Technically speaking, the tenancy expires next month. They both leant back slightly and shook their heads, as if it was given that I was going to stay there. Sometimes I wish we could have a ménage à trois where she slept with me but had all the financial security with him, but that wouldn't work – sex with someone else's girlfriend isn't exciting if it's allowed.

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