Secrets and lies.

Oh dear, she decided to mention (tipsily, over red wine) existance of this said blog to Uni Boy last night. About the hilarious festival boyfriend anecdotes etc. No mention obviously of the neverending crush on him and its documentation herein, though he did ask for the link. Not in a million years....

It does beg a question though. Why do we find it so hard to admit feelings to other people? If she had manned up (wo-manned up?) years ago and told him how she felt, she wouldn't still be hanging on. And, potentially risking other chances like with the lovely guy she went on a date with last Friday. Who is obviously a much better prospect.

Is he unreliable? Nope. Immature? Nope. Leaves you unsure of where you stand like a wobbly fairground floor? Nope. Occasionally arrogant? Nope.

So, there we have it. A MUCH better prospect. She is planning a day trip to go and see him next week. Does someone have an eraser so she can get Uni Boy out of her head for the final time please? It would be ever-so-much appreciated.