So I tempt fate.....This. Is. Easy!
I'm not saying I've completely lost my sex drive (that's ridiculous) but I am saying that every man should attempt a period of voluntary monkshood. I actually feel great! (I'm secretly scared that I feel great, but fuck it - I feel great... It's not what I was expecting, and as such I'm happy about it)
It was pissing it down when I woke up this morning; Hangover free (for the first time in a while) with a good 8 hours shut-eye under my belt (for the first time in a while) and for the first time in a while, I didn't wake thinking of my burning crotch but the fact that this horrible weather could put a dampener (no pun intended) on 'Vintage at Goodwood.'
Alas, this is not to be so. Pictures from the site were released today and it looks epic. Momentum is building, everyone's really looking forward to it, and I for one cannot wait.
I've been having my doubts (which were reaffirmed by a few friends today) that I'm doing this at the wrong time.... You take the biggest collection of vintage clothes sellers ever, add music, and fashion, and there's going to be a lot of really good looking, really well dressed women there. I've thought this for some time, especially as only 6 weeks ago the ticket sales were running at 5 women to every 1 man, however today I really don't mind.
I'm doing this, you can bet your bottom dollar I'm really going to do it. 'Vintage at Goodwood' is just a mere test in a world of temptation during my most tempting times. It's something to overcome. If (when) I come out the other side with my newly regrown virginity still intact then I can get through anything, maybe even a day without a drink, maybe even an adult lifetime without a cigarette.
You'll be happy to know that I'm meeting one of my best pals for a pint in 15 minutes, so when you combine that with the fact I seriously don't have that much to talk about, this should be kept short.
I'm actually more nervous about meeting Andy than I am the weekend, and future weeks. I fear the worst. I fear he's returning home to a London covered in cloud and rain, and that he's decided it's just not for him..... Which incidentally, is bollocks.
This town is for everyone. I realised a long time ago that I'm entirely in love with this place. In the past 14 days it's just been highlighted to me even more. Yes, I am still going out and occasionally my wandering eyes stroll off uncontrolled to a good looking girl, but I'm now thinking "I wonder what she does?" or "I'd really like to have a conversation with her until the sun comes up" one of those rare times spent just chatting throughout the night and deep into the morning. This is a big change from "I wonder what she's drinking?" or "I wonder what I need to do to spend the rest of the night, and most of the morning in bed with her" I think it's working.
I've again wandered from my original subject point (I'm still not entirely sure that my concentration is quite where it could, and should be)
I've missed Andy dearly over the past week (at which point he walks in, resembling Guy Govey on a good day, so I'm interrupted)
Needless to say, after a few beers with one of your best pals, there's no need to be nervous. I'm right about most of my fears.... He hates his job, it's crossed his mind to move back to Leeds, things generally aren't that great. However, he's one of my best pals, and he's got a sensible head on his shoulders. The realisation that everything bad right now is well within his hands seems to be at the forefront of his mind - works bad, change work. In my life, women have been the most troubling... Look where I stand now; Like a short-term man of the cloth. Only happy.
I let Andy read my first entrance into this, "Day8" as it was. It seems like a lifetime ago. I haven't let anyone read this, I've barely told anyone I know how the past 14 have been, and what the next 26 days will be. He thinks I should blog it, I think otherwise. Although I started writing this as if there was someone reading it, 'you'.... 'the reader' don't actually exist in my mind, it's just made things easier thinking there was someone listening.
I'm in bed now, and feeling alright. Andy's put my mind at rest, and I hope I helped do the same for him. My only gripe for the day is that I changed my sheets. There's something about a fresh bed that's sexy, or at the very least sexual. So as I lie here, in my stupid clean fresh sheets, I'm looking forward to day 15 (only 4 days ago I was looking forward to day 30)
I'm on the verge of accusing the previously heralded hero of my time Tyler, of being somewhat dramatic. I shall patiently wait until I'm also on day 39 to do so.
My most serious account of what's happening, and genuinely my best day of the fortnight so far. Here's hoping (for your sake) that tomorrow's more exciting.
