Bank holiday - loose end. Just as well however, as got really trashed on Saturday night, with a little bit of chemical stimulation. First time I've been out with B from work - we went to Duckie's which I havent been to for about six years. She was with lesbian couple who are best mates of her's and one of whom was celebrating a birthday. There were a couple of young queens with them. The lesbians both told me they had heard lots about me which I found slightly odd - I may have mentioned B to my friends once or twice, but I'm pretty sure none of my friends would be able to recall her name.

Then I got told that what B had missed out was how attractive I was, and then I got told I was a great dancer, and so it went on. My head turned, and slightly drug fueled, I actually went up to a guy I'd been observing and said 'You're really attractive, are you with anyone?' This is possibly the first time in my 46 year old life that I have ever done such a thing, and I felt proud at the time. Unfortunately I feel rather sad now that my experience of the self possesion needed to do that is so very rarely within my reach.