Fun

I've been thinking about travelling alot recently. Well, more not travelling. I'm going. At least, I think there's only one thing that could stop me leaving. Annie and I were discussing this. She says that no matter what, she is leaving. In reality, I can't say I'm 100% going. I know that, should I meet someone tomorrow and fall head over heels in love, I know I won't go. 

I've felt recently that I'm ready. I'm ready to fall in love. It feels like it's just around the corner, which I appreciate sounds ridiculous. How do you know when you're going to meet that person? You don't. It meets you. But as each girl comes and goes, I get that little bit more excited. That little bit more attracted. I push her away a little less. A year ago, I had had enough. Women were the bane of my existence. And it's taken me this long to be content with being on my own and being self-sufficient, but now I'm beginning to think that I could start dating. There's alot of hunger in me. I have complete closure over Annie. It didn't just click like I expected, rather, it just fizzled. There's nothing attracting me to her anymore. In fact, I would go on record and say she is everything I don't want in a girl right now: She is a complete mess. Rude, self-centred, ignorant, miserable and lost. 

And I'm done with blondes. I think. Maybe.

The truth is, this time next year, there's only one thing that would beat sitting on that beach on Phi Phi. And that's being head-over-heels in love with somebody. 

I don't want to fall in love again. 

But I do. 

Regardless, the title of this post is 'Fun'. And I am 5 weeks and 2 days away from a week of absolute unadulterated and unbridled fun. Sun, Sea, Sand and BEAUTIFUL WOMEN. Hey, I'm a single man, shoot me ;)

And people always ask about you
And people always want to talk about you.

Luke