I’m listening to The Calling- Wherever You Will Go, whenever this happens you can pretty much guarantee that I’ve hit a new low. A couple of hours ago I was still basking in glory, over the moon that I’d had some naked fun with a male so beautiful he looks like he’s on TV, now I’m in floods of tears and drinking wine like there’s no tomorrow.
I’ve been on a seduction rampage lately, determined to get over ‘him’, in the words of Charlotte from Geordie Shore, I was “free, single and ready for my clit to tingle.” You know what they say; the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right? Or so I thought at least. Long day at work, I crack the wine open, log onto Facebook to see if Joe Bloggs has reached level 57 of Candy Crush yet and I see a picture of a couple cuddling. I barely even know this person, but in that moment I realise how alone I am and I burst into tears. I’ve been acting like I’m okay, happy being single and playing the field when in fact I don’t even want to be playing the game. I don’t want to be alone, it might be fun seducing different males every night but they won’t be there when you’ve had a terrible day at work or have an argument with your best friend. All I want is to be loved; it might be clichéd but that’s all I want. I’m with Carrie Bradshaw on this one: “I’m looking for love. Real love. Inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other kind of love.”