Men.
Aren’t they so bloody predictable. Today one of James’s friends realises I’m suddenly seeing girls. I get a message on Facebook: ‘Girls?‘…. Yes, very eloquent. So I reply, and he wants details. So I tell him I still love James and miss him but no point hanging around and I’m not gender specific, so figure if it didn’t work with James, then time to try something new. Because I think he might pass this info on, and James will love me again or actually love me, and I’ll live happily ever after. So yes, girls.
He wants pictures.
Sigh.
Men.
The Interrupted Butterfly 