So I’m back on Tinder and had arranged to meet this guy tonight at 9pm and hadn’t really set a place to meet and I hadn’t heard from him since so just assumed it was off…… until he called me at 9.10 asking where I was! !!
I made up an excuse and picked a new location.
I have never got out of my pajamas so fast in my life. Took me 12 minutes to get ready and get in an uber.

My leggings are damp, my socks are wrong for the shoe, my hair is wet and I’m pretty sure there is dog sick on my coat. but I’m here and guess what dear reader?
The bastard isn’t even here yet!!!

It’s been 24 hours guys and some of you have just moved on!!! I just can’t. It’s too soon. I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m just sitting here “watching the pendulum swing” thinking about how much I miss him.
How over the last 6 months, he meant so much to me and always (rather cheekily) allowed me more time to watch Netflix, to be more creative, to push myself to be a better person.
How he was always there in the background, allowing me to just live my “best life” while he made sure everything was “ticking away” properly. It was hard work, but he never complained. Always “clocking” the hours in so i didn’t have to.
Yesterday, everyone was talking about him. remembering him. Mourning his loss. today there is nothing.
How can we forget so fast? How can the press be so fickle and not honor his memory? “Strike” his memory from the Honour list?

I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you enough while you were here. I’m sorry for taking you for granted. There are so many things I want to say to you, but we just don’t have the “time”.

I will remember you forever

RIP hour lost to British Summer Time.