Feeding Frenzy

I am at work today.

Over the weekend I didn't do as much study as i had hoped. I went to the last session of my play on saturday with Rosie and then that evening, despite my better judgements, i went out in bondi with the girls and felt like a big tag along because i wasn't trying to pick up any guys. At times there is something so incredibly desperate about the feeding frenzy that is saturday night.

Don't get me wrong, I love going out for some drinks, I love chatting to people, guys or girls, i love to dance, i love to hangout.

What i don't love is the way over obssession of these beautiful girls (all who are 2 or more sizes smaller than me) commenting on how fat they are, changing outfits seven times. I don't love the hovering nervously hoping a guy will talk to me. *eye roll* boring.

I was talking to a nice guy on saturday night, sipping my own drink, not trying to scab some, etc etc, and he asks me pretty much straight away if i have a boyfriend. And i'm like, "yeah, i do actually" but then i feel like i have to say it like "yes, i do have an std" with that kindof wince, because then of course, its okay nice to meet you, and moving on.

Even when i was single, just because a guy talking to you is single, doesn't mean that 1+1= sex, does it? Or does it? and i've just been out of the game that long.

Maybe all this time, i've been meeting really interesting people, having great chats and they're just thinking "hmmm how to move this along to the bedroom?"

I just wonder is all....