Secrets and Lies

Blogging lost it's appeal for a while. Doom and gloom prevailed and frankly I was boring myself. Nothing of any major significance has happened since the last post. I moved house with my flatmate, A, into her brand new flat which was stressy but such a good move. The flat is gorgeous and we're in an area of London with so much more vibrancy and excitement about it that where we were in the leafy old West before.

On Tuesday night, work A and I went to the Soho Theatre to hear Abby Lee who writes the fabulous Girl with a One Track Mind blog discuss sexually explicit blogging and the affect it has on feminism. The evening was a sell-out and the topics ranged from the aforementioned to body image, kinkiness, misogynism and many others. It was utterly fascinating and I was thrilled at the end when I got the chance to chat to Abby and have her sign the book. A asked an extremely pertinent question while we had our five minutes regarding female to female misogyny and whether it's worse or just different than male to female. Thrillingly we got a mention in her subsequent post!

The only other thing to mention is the developing relationship between an online guy and me. Yes, another one and another Myspace one at that. We started emailing a few months ago when we discovered a mutual interest in ancient English comedy, particularly radio shows and an absolute obsession with Stephen Fry. As time went on our mutual interests became more and more evident and we genuinely started to get on. I was in a 'relationship' at the time and he never mentioned anything remotely sexual or leading in that respect, but I got the impression he fancied me from the comments left on photos and general affectionate tone.
Recently things have changed. He obviously knows I'm now single and was very sweet when I was coping with the fallout from R (ulterior motive??). Slowly but surely, things changed and we started flirting a little over email then text until we've recently had full blown phone sex. Issues with all this are:

• I worry that he seems TOO nice - is this just a cover to hide the fact that he's a deviant trying to get his way?
• He lives in the West Country so distance would be an issue for dating.
• He is not remotely my type - red headed and, well, a little chubby (but very, very cute nonetheless).
• I am concerned that I'm only 'falling' for him because I'm on such a rebound from all the rubbish blokes this year and am therefore sucked in by his chivalry, flattery and, quite frankly, adoration

The problem is, my battered heart thinks I deserve to be adored for a while. Selfish, I do see but this year has been ridiculously cruel, man wise so it's about time isn't it?