London calls… Having manfully beaten its lure over the holidays to enable a much needed season of introspection, I had to cave in to summons over the phone from my Uncle C, especially because he and el madre seemed to be in cahoots on this one.
Ostensibly, the reason for the summons are my lack of endeavour in the girl stakes. My strategy has been to keep them in the dark on the details of my love life/ non-love life. Somehow Uncle C convinced Mum that our corner of the world up in Scotland is a hell hole of sorts with next to zero prospects of meeting eligible women, hence the need to get me out there in London.
Given the way my Christmas holiday ended up, with L and memories of E, truth is I could use a break from the tedium of life in Aberdeen, free food and board are strong incentives too, if I must add.
On a side note, Mrs H and I got talking one of these evenings and the subject of a (still single) mutual friend came up. Said mutual friend, TOj, is someone I had a crush of sorts on aeons ago. I have a sneaky suspicion that more than a few words (in a good way hopefully) have been exchanged between her and Mrs H…. Being pimped out might just be a new fact of life I have to deal with, in addition with being a weird, sensitive 30+ dude.