Re-la-tion-ship

The question is...do I even WANT a relationship with someone?

The single-me is undoubtedly mischievous. A friend pointed out to me today that I am a wicked flirt. I don't see it. I am about as sultry as a bag of crisps but I bond with men very easily by making them laugh. The flurry of attention over these past few months is pretty much entirely down to the job; it's the sort of role where I'm on display, as such, so of course people will notice me. The stories of unwanted attention are quite funny though.

I hate making the first move. So, unless someone comes to me first, it may be a while before I get into a "proper" relationship again, which isn't a bad thing in itself.

God, I am addicted to everything at present; coffee, wine, dark chocolate and (THANK GOD) exercise. I'm averaging about 40-60 mins exercise per day plus 30 mins walking around the ghost town. It's weird because lately, I'm really happy and productive. This has got to be due to the mood boost which can be attained from working out.

And I'm still (unfortunately or not) hopelessly intrigued by JG. I spotted him earlier and the fucker is never alone; how on earth am I supposed to make any kind of progress?!

"Hooked" - by Clare Gee

I remember first ploughing through this book last summer en route back from London and being massively impressed at Clare's eloquence and unflinching honesty. The book tells the story of a London call girl who goes through a series of catastrophic events as a result of her Bacchanalian lifestyle. It's shocking. For anyone who has ever held the belief that prostitution may be a glamorous occupation (admittedly, including myself), Clare's book is a stark, heavy slice of reality. This is no Belle de Jour-esque rubbish. Cocaine is snorted (leaving a crusty residue around the mouth come morning), cash is made (by having sex with a repugnant, sweaty client) and all the while, the call girl lives in a plush Putney flat (paid for by a married man needing the ego boost of "keeping" a woman). The author does not spin endless "tart with a heart" tales; this is a story about a woman who, despite the odds stacked against her, has found the strength to confront her addictions and begin a completely new life. From re-reading the book recently, the message that stood out to me was the fact that in spite of the help and encouragement of others, a person can only ever change when they truly find the strength in themselves to do so.
I am still hugely impressed with the book and would encourage anyone to read it.