Feel really gay
Summer has just hit this country really, really hard. It is the time of year when all those people who have been dutiful to their gym memberships peel off their shirts and reveal the tattoos and muscles you don’t get to see the rest of the year. It is the time of year when shorts go on instead of trousers. Suddenly everyone looks really gorgeous.
That is as long as the sun lasts.
Summer Storm: a great German film about boys in love in summer. Coincidence? I think not.
I am feeling exceptionally single and it seems I’ve got the wanting lens in semi-permanently. Still I know that as soon as I process my feelings I realise that I am looking because, really, I want a relationship and that doesn’t happen by staring at people on the train or on the street. That is, in fact, creepy, no matter what my imagination tells me about the consequences.
So I go on living my single life. *Sigh*