I have a lovely pussy

I have been thinking a lot lately about sex. Precisely, will I ever have any sex ever again? Right now it feels like sex is a distant memory. But more importantly, I worry about the cat.

She has come into my life during an unprecedented period of un-shagging. Therefore, the bed, is her bed as well as mine. She has never had to share it with anyone other than me, and in all likelihood, will not enjoy a stranger in the bed. Frankly, I wonder sometimes if I will cope having to share a bed again. I quite like being able to spread out, should I want to. I like not having someone get shitty at me for having the bedside light on, so I can read for as long as I desire. I don't look forward to someone waking me with their snoring, or them hogging the sheets/blanket. I don't like heat, so you can imagine how much I fear having a bit sweaty man in bed with me.

I think the cat will be traumatised if I am trying to have wild and outrageous sex, while she is in the room, let alone the bed. Locking her out of the bedroom is not an easy task either. She has a tendency to avoid being locked anywhere, and will attempt to claw her way out - even if it is through solid walls.

While there is no shagging prospect around, it is a moot point. But then again, am I avoiding shagging for fear of the cat's reaction?

Misunderstandings

Following up on the winter party hosted by PSD, where Miss L and I wore our PJ's... PSD had a catch-up with one of the attendees at his little soiree. Apparently, he commented on the lovely lesbians in attendance. PSD thought for a moment, clearly not recalling any lesbians, until his friend elaborated, "The one's wearing pyjamas."

So for all those people to whom I said my hair made me look like a middle-aged dyke - I TOLD YOU SO!!!!!!!!!

Mind you, Miss L is lovely, and we would make a lovely couple.

Jobs

Well, I suppose there are some of you wondering what happened about the job. As I predicted, I didn't get it. But not for the reasons I thought. There just happened to be a more qualified candidate. That said, apparently, I "blew away" the interview panel. So much so, that they decided to promote me up a grade level anyway, and put me in charge of mentoring and education.

Me, a mentor. Whodathunkit?

Reasons why I don't think I got the job...

1. The interview was undertaken in a doctor's room. There weren't enough chairs to go around, so I asked whether I should hop up on the examination table. Not the time for a comedic moment perhaps?

2. One of the interview panel asked whether I could be serious, especially if I had to deal with a serious matter, eg someone's cat dying (I kid you not - that was his example). I responded, "If it was a dead cat - I could be very serious."

3. When asked about my thoughts on taking on administrative duties in my boss's absence, I responded, "As long as it doesn't mean cleaning up his office!". And yes, my boss was on the interview panel.

Other than that, I think I handled the questions with grace and style. And I only swore once during the whole interview.

Stress and detox

It seems to be just one of those weeks. Everything just feels a little flat of late. Of course, just staring at my phone for hours on end, wishing it to ring, to make me feel like someone in the world remembers I exist, doesn't help. Even my own parents don't ring me. I get the occasional email from them. I also realised yesterday that although I crave company, I actually want it to be the sort where you don't have to talk. I suppose I am pining for the days when a beloved and I could sit and read the paper, not saying a word, but feeling companionship. I miss that. A lot.

I got an email from a girlfriend this morning stating I was in a dream of hers last night. Apparently I was in hospital in Geneva, and was being transferred to a Beverly Hills Clinic to detox - from my American love. Yeah, great, send me to within an hour's flight of his home to detox from him!

In other news, I am starting to ever-so-slightly shit myself. I have an interview tomorrow. Same company, new job, more money, more responsibility. I really want this job. But I am not sure exactly why. I feel at a point where I need more (cue the previous post I suppose), and since I am not getting more out of my life romantically, clearly it might have to be work that fills up the slack. If I don't get it, I am not sure what to do. Getting some time away would be good, but when I asked my boss about some time off, he ummed and ahhed. I then reminded him that since April last year I have had one week off - and I have over eight week's leave waiting for me. Of course, getting the job and then taking the leave at higher pay would be the very best of everything!