Sunday

Tommorow Dave and I are going to the Princess Alexandra Hospital for his consultation with the surgeon. I'm hoping that we get a date so we can plan the next few months. Once we have a date, I'm going to make arrangements about living. I don't know what to do, it's been over a month and the house is really cramped for the people living here. Both of the guys (dave and T) have been sooo friendly, so accomodating and I'll miss them like crazy and they know it.
But I have to spread my wings soon, I know my time is up.

Let me tell you about T. He's a man's man. He has a booming voice, broad chest and doesn't use seven moisturisers before bed. (That's dave) He has presence. He is charming. Disarmingly so.
I love living with T, in fact I think if it wasn't for T , I wouldn't be here at all. Which probably annoys him because he has been living here for a year and is quite happy to have just the two of them there. It was dude heaven, even Larbo is a man. It was good for Dave to have someone here to keep him company not to mention pay rent and bills that I used to pay.

But now I am back and there is 3 people living in a flat that is designed (well suited, it's a sixties flat and nothing in it suggests 'design) So anyway, I, human hurricane, have blown in and disturbed the peace. But night, normally around midnight is our time.
It's a time when the world is quiet, the kids have gone home and the adults have time for each other. We have starlit discussions on the back steps, I puff on a smoke and guzzle coke from the bottle, whilst he looks up to the stars and waxes poetic about everything and anything. It's little moments of intimacy and friendship that make me feel young. The cold night air covers my shoulderblades like an invisble cloak, sometimes I smoke four or five cigarettes in a row, especially if we are talking about my life and what direction I am taking.
He always asks the hard questions and I like it that way. He makes me want to listen, not just yammer on and it's a skill I really need to learn. The whole 'two ears and only one mouth' thing that my Grade three teacher used to bleat on about - I don't even know if that's the saying as I wasn't listening - seriously.

T is (and he would hate me to say this) like me, we are both misunderstood romantics and he humours me on a lot of things. He knows everything about me (and I mean everything) and yet he doesn't let past mistakes get in the way of a great future. Just like me, he is passionately loyal and infuriatingly determined to speak his own mind and sometimes I agree with it and sometimes I don't. Alot of women can't handle being wrong, or having a guy constantly tell them what thier feelings should be - I'm not one of those girls and I am glad.

But I still love proving that I am clever. That I am right. That I am insightful and that I am intelligent. I'm still a woman, in many ways.

HG

Grey's Anatomy tonight - I have IQ and got it taped, I hope it was good!