ManFriend is away. For ten days. Ten whole days. This is very strange for me because since we met about seven years ago, we’ve been together almost every night. We don’t do everything together – eg tap dancing, watching rugby – but we always wake up together. In our first year, we’d only been apart for a total of one month of nights and that was because I had to go away a few times for work. We just really enjoy each other’s company. (Lexy, I know you have the same thing with SuperDik.)
I’ve never lived by myself. I’ve had enough shitty housemates to write my own Felafel – there was a guy who stole my underwear and had an imaginary girlfriend, another who didn’t wash his sheets for 18 months, a girl who left toenail clippings on the coffee table, another who took acid on the roof of the house during the week, a guy in the pre-mobile days who wouldn’t pass on phone messages if they were from my boyfriend, and when I asked him about it he hit me (I gave him a black eye in return and moved out), and I could go on and on – but I’ve never been able to afford to get my own place.
But now, here I am. Living by myself for ten whole days. Living by myself and being by myself, because only two of those days involve going to an office. I like myself, but shit, that’s a lot of time with just me.
So, because I set you challenges and ask you all sorts of personal questions, it’s your turn. What should I do in the next ten days?