The SweetestThing

T dinner tonight. Am very much enjoying his company and he keeps calling.

Part of me wants to yell out whilst we're sitting there "WILL YOU MARRY ME SO WE CAN MAKE A PACK OF 1/4 EGYPTIAN BABIES AND CAN WE GET STARTED NOW?!" He's such a great guy. But somehow I restrain myself; as offering to mother his children might not be the best idea; as he'd run away screaming, most appropriately. It's odd. I find myself undressing this man with my eyes as he talks about his job. I'm trying to listen! Or perhaps we'll go for the wordless approach and I'll simply fling my legs around his neck... actions speak louder than words, afterall...

(And we thought female chauvenisim was over?)

Family is safe thank God, lack of answering the phone at home concerned me. Especially when no one called me after Paris, which was the place I wanted to leave most. Londontown for me, I suppose.

Rapheal and I went down to McDonald's and had fries and pies. Queensway is so nice now that the weather is better. However, all we do in this strange country is eat. Bathing suits? I think not. He asked me what would happen with T once I left. I said I didn't even think about it. I guess things all fall into place; one way or the next. Why push?

Am loving this place; am feeling so free lately, you've no idea.

Peace at last.