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  Thu 21st October 2010

A long overdue day of cleaning and tidying yesterday, before the arrival of Stefan, Csilla's boyfriend. Stefan, to my relief, had a firm handshake and was easy to talk to. I warmed to him when he said "It is normal, no, the go to the pub all the time? Because in Croatia, we do this." The whole night went well, then, drunk (as ever) I went and cocked up my online life slightly by making a stupid remark on an academic email list. Replying to what I thought was an utterly pretentious call for papers, I said that "people who post such things should be obliged to spend a year on the minimum wage working in a chip shop". The list owner told me that I'd be moderated in future and that there "is no place for gratuitous insults". I regret the manner in which I said it but not the substance of the point.

I also sent an email to prod a woman in Dublin I've been chatting to on the internet who hasn't replied for a few weeks. "Come on Sue," I wrote. "You're the most interesting interlocutor I've had for ages." This morning she wrote back saying she was just that moment thinking that she owed me a letter, and also saying that she's been sexting someone else.

I looked at that sentence over and over again. How have me and Sue drifted into anodyne conversation and yet someone else has managed to steer it in a more interesting direction? We had a promising start - she told me more than once that my profile made her laugh and was the best one on the site. Now I've made her see writing to me as an obligation. Why do I constantly do this? How do I do it, and how can I stop it? I suppose a first step might be to avoid using words like "interlocutor", which are probably not going to get most women flicking their hair with anticipation.

Looking a tit in public on an email list; being demoted to friends by an interesting, clever woman: crap start to the day and I feel all wrong.


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