So, I made a decision back at Easter that I'd slut it up a little bit.
My love life wasn't exactly boring, nor was it pedestrian, but it was getting a bit samey. The same faces, the same things. You know? A boy needs a bit of variety, non?
So I started out to get me some more action. Some Heinz 57 varieties kind of action. Boy oh boy, did I succeed.
You've seen some of the results (yes, it's true - I don't share everything with you....). It's kind of got out of control.
I could tell you the tally, but I won't. I could tell you the nationalities, but equally, I don't want to shock you. Suffice to say that it's been like the United Nations meets Fleet Week.
The month has passed in a blur of bodies and beer and I've struggled to keep up with my daily day-to-day-nesses. It's been, quite frankly, exhausting. So I'm formally announcing a month of system slut-down*. I'm going to be good for the next month.
I'm not saying that I won't be bad. But I'm going to be better. Maybe not put it about so much. You know, even the good stuff can get diluted if too thinly spread. And this is good stuff, trust me, ha ha.
So this next month is going to be about losing a bit more weight, running more, having less sex, eating healthier, paying my bills on time, taking out the recycling and generally getting my house in order.
I'm going to eat at home at least four times a week. I'm going to wake up in my own bed every morning (I never said alone, and I never said that it wouldn't be after a walk of shame). I'm going to be a good boy. Make my Mother proud.
Do you think I can do it?
I think I can. I'm motivated, focussed and determined.
That said, I have a friend visiting from the US in two weeks time. He's looking for a week of Parisien fun and (I'm guessing) a little debauchery and I feel like it'd be wrong not to oblige (boy do I, it's going to be fantastic...he he).
I may just have to alter my slut-down* plans.
So how about this? I'll be good for two weeks, but then expect the floodgates to re-open.
Watch out Paris. Take your holiday while you can.
You've been warned.
*registered trademark
16 commentaires:
blogspot keeps eating my comments... :(
But what I meant to say is that it's all nice and good promising to behave better from now on, but by the end of the post you're already going back to your old habits! We need a daily overview of activities, sir, to check on you. It's all for your own good you know! ;)
Marjolein, I know that you have my best interests at heart. Will keep you updated, worry not...
I love that you made slut-down™ ..
And I do think a week off is good, think of all the energy you will have! Is the visitor the Boy From Miami?
D, no he's a visitor from these very pages. A fellow blogger. I'm very excited.
OK I agree, slut down is genius. I love it ... In your post "Treading Water" you said you were incredibly busy. I think you've been passing your time gettin' busy ... You are a tramp and yes, I am jealous.
You want to loose weight.. and you're giving up sex? I thought that was one of the best (and nicest) ways to burn calories! ;)
Yes. I think you being a good boy for a couple weeks is a good thing. You'll be ready to cut loose when I get there.
Less sex? How could you do that to yourself?
Be a good boy by all means, a little slutdown will help you appreciate it more when it's done.
Btw, sex does count as exercise. ;)
Good behaviour is over-rated. All you really need is one weekend off to re-charge before yo get stuck back into it again!
Just like to highlight my post about the UK governments treatment of the Gurkha's, please give it a quick look. http://365to42.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-price-honour.html
fabulous you announce you're becoming a nun just before you come to visit me? Well thanks!
MP - moi? a tramp? yeah, true...
Pixy - yep, it's a great way to burn off calories...and cardio vascular too!
CB - I'll be ready to cut loose, don't worry!
Poser, I'm hoping that absence will make the heart grow fonder...he eh
Mutant - it's true, one good weekend off would be great. I think I'll be able to do that in, erm, September?
Brett, a good cause - I'll have a look.
Conortje, I wrote this post, then went out on the town, ended up with Jersey (again) and getting the number of a very cute French guy. there's no hope, truly.
Ah I found that digging my garden burns off better fat than sex
Though it has to be said Id prefer the latter but there is something to be said for waking up in your own bed
I think dear heart that I won't hold my breath. I don't look that good in blue anyway.
Henry - I do 'dig my own garden' every so often. But I prefer to get a man in to help....
Aims, but blue is my favourite colour!
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