Desperate?

Back from a week holiday in Italy with my mother, who is in London until tomorrow. Last night KY and I were at the local with the usual suspects, but both feeling slightly agitated. I walked around the bar to have a peek at the live band, to realise what what getting me down - I needed my mother to leave and I needed a good shag. Having spent the last two weeks with my mother trotting at my heals and staying at the flat, it has slightly cramped my style and ability to even get myself off. So it goes.

I returned to the table and after a bit KT leaned over and said "I know why I'm so grumpy - I need to get laid." We clinked our glasses at the shared realisation about our modiness.

E has been absent for coming up to 3 weeks and counting. Although I was on holiday for one of those weeks, KT, or indeed anyone else we know, has neither seen nor heard from him. All attempts to ring his flat have gone unanswered. KT's message via myspace has not been responded to.

My hopes that my holiday abroad would get him out of my head were dashed, and learning of his continued disappearance on my return fueled both concern for his welfare and paranoia - KT and I wondered, did they move and not tell us? No, I'm sure thats not it, maybe he had a family emergency... I hope they haven't barred our number - we pondered, half in jest.

An attempt to ring him (and G's flat) last night was answered by their flatmate, who said she hadn't seen them all day, but confirmed that they both were about generally. Oh dear, what to make of that? I have decided to leave it until I see or hear from him - I can't go chasing after him.

Tomorrow, in attempt to get ourselves out of our local watching who is coming and going, we have decided to get out of North London and go drinking and dancing elsewhere. With any luck, I'll get a snog or two, and shift my mind elsewhere.