This past week has been one full of surprises, happy moments, sad moments and heartfelt moments. Oh, and confusing moments, too. Let’s get into it. 

On Tuesday I stepped out into the garden to speak with my neighbour, after he wanted to speak with me. Now, readers of the now-defunct Bad Girl’s Diary will know that I used to refer to my neighbour as “Martin”, but with a real Martin now in my life, I’m rethinking that idea for clarity’s sake. So I’m thinking that I’m going to use the nickname that I normally afford my neighbour, in the same manner that I normally afford any man that I feel some sort of affection towards. Henceforth, I’m going to refer to my neighbour as “Mr C”. 

How I haven’t yet called Sir JGood “Mr G”, I do not know. Now that I say that, I get the feeling that “Mr G” is probably going to stick, by will or by force.

So that’s now Mr S (Master), Mr G and Mr C in my life. Beautiful. 

Readers of Bad Girl’s Diary will also know that there’s some kind of not-quite-relationship between Mr C and me. It’s almost got a Beauty & The Beast feel to it – there’s something there, but it’s not quite there. I realised quite recently that we may both be somewhat afraid of one another: we both grew up in volatile homes, and both of us are keen to not go through that kind of hell again. Yet and in spite of the pains of our pasts, our connection somehow… works. 

Mr C and I are both writers and at some point I do have to finish reading his story, that is crucially his autobiography, except that instead of his main character being a man with disabilities, he is instead a man with a cure and new superpowers. It’s ingenious in a way and he already knows that I am rather impressed by both his imagination, and some of the technological concepts that he’s come up with for his story.

Alas, there was an incident about a year ago in which I maintain that Mr C “catfished” me, pretending to be his “girlfriend” of the time. There were a number of tests of mine that this “girlfriend” failed, like she seemed to text exactly like Mr C did – even using his profile to message me – and when she bragged to me about her sex life with Mr C, and to which I empathised but then returned fire by bragging to her about my sex life with Master Levi, she appeared to get jealous. So I called him out on his little game and after his “girlfriend” sent me a photo of the bed that he’d supposedly built for her, that seemed a little bit too good to be true, and that when I reverse image searched it, I found the very same image on Pinterest. I told him that I liked him too, but to cut the crap and let’s sort this mess; he said he didn’t feel anything for me and I was the one who was acting out of order. So I brushed it off, said that I was happy for him and his new “girlfriend” and I looked forward to meeting her in the future. Funny enough, they broke up before that happened. 

I think now, however, he might have realised that he fluffed up his chance to be with a good woman, and now he’s doing some serious back-pedaling.

This week he gave me his old impact driver, that I told him I neither wanted nor needed, but thanked him for anyway. He told me that he’d heard me “struggling” (a blunt drill bit, nothing else!) to put a shelf up a few weeks ago and “wanted to make your job easier”. I rolled my eyes at that, but thanked him for it, too.

So this is another thing: I’m aware of lately: how long Mr C and I spend talking, and how heavy the eye contact is when we do. I try to break away – I already know he’s not good for me – but fuck if the moment isn’t heady when we talk! 

Mr G has already warned me about the “two Mississippis” of eye contact. Master now refers to Mr C as my “lover boy”, and even my mother referenced my “relationship” with Mr C in phonecall today. Sigh.

It’s not a relationship, Mum, we’re just friends.   

There were some other good and bad bits from this week: on the bad, I planted bunches of geraniums and impatiens only a week ago, and in less than five days, the neighbourhood moggies have dug them out of their respective planters and left them all over the garden. So I’ve now got some orange peel which I will be mixing into the soil to make sure my neighbours’ feline friends know they’re not welcome on our patch!

On the good, first and foremost, Master landed a new job today, so we can both breathe a huge sigh of relief and look forward to a more stable future. He will be office-based for five days a week though, so that will be something for me to get used to again after having him doing hybrid working for so long.

I have also had a kind offer from Martin to illustrate our Sex Position Posts, which I gratefully accepted. I was admittedly a little nervous about what he might ask for by way of payment, but I am quite happy with our “deal”. Turns out, it really is a pleasure doing business with our friends 😉 

That’s it from me! How has your week been? What exciting things have you been up to? Give this post a like, share, or leave a comment below. Alternatively, click here for more My Week In Review posts!

Until next time!

Stay safe & have fun,

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