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now you've found someone, Squishy, you hand the baton of the Lust-In to me.... *sigh*



He loves me:

1. He invited me for coffee when we were in town together

2. He invited me for pub drinkies when in town another time

3.
He will often choose to stop watching TV and come to chat with me in
the large kitchen once I'm home.

4. He started up a regular friday night cards evening (now gone due to salsa)

5. He has come to every party/BBQ/night out I have invited him to

6. He turned up at salsa once, to see me dance and has expressed an interest to see me dance at future events

7. He asked me to email him weekly while he was away in Asia and he emailed me about weekly, too

8. He playfully hit me while walking past me, as I was laughing at him a few days ago.

9. He takes an interest in my daft schemes (tempe making, wormery starting, beekeeping, cheesecake experimentation)

10.
He sent me a text message while he was away in Wales and not feeling
well and I was away at a salsa congress. (He was thinking of me - or
rather, wanted me to think of him?)

11. He cooks for me sometimes, including steak with red wine sauce

12. He asked me to go clothes shopping with him (like a couple or what!)

13. He invited me when he goes out with his mates (though recently salsa clashes usually)

14. He uses little phrases or in-jokes I started (such as calling the cupboard under the stairs Narnia)

15 He teases me about my clumsiness and takes me teasing him about his appalling memory for things

16. We laugh a lot together of an evening

17. He does a mean roast dinner and we share this every other Sunday or so.

18. He's complimented me on my figure and my brain (how it works, not how it looks)

19. We are on the same wavelength with so many things and he agrees we are very alike.

20. I took him out for a pizza once as part of a mystery shopping assignment and he paid the bill - like a real DATE! [simper]







He loves me not

1. He never sits beside me on the sofa

2. We never touch (rare exceptions)

3. He does not flirt with me, not even when drunk

4. He says he is not relationship material whenever we get onto (general) relationship type topics

5. We never share a sofa

6. He never flirts

7. And um.. never share a sofa? did I mention that already?oh and

8. We never touch.

9. He can't remember my birthday

10. He knows all my flaws







clues to him that I do likes him very very much

1. I follow him around the house like a puppy

2. I cook for him and bake cakes for him... a lot

3. I invite him to every party/BBQ/Do I can bring a guest to

4. I never turn down the chance to sit and chat with him

5. I remark on how endearing his little habits and ideosynchracies are

6. I refuse to give him the link to my blog (he knows about it, is dying to read it)

7. I gave him a birthday card last year and I can remember what date his birthday is, including birth year)

8. I tell him everything (except how I feel about him, obviously)

9. I am too shy to make physical contact with him - and cannot bring myself to sit next to him.

10. We are always laughing together of an evening

11. I stood very close to him when we were putting toppings on our pizzas ad when we checked progress in the oven

12.
I take an interest in all his little projects (like the homemade
compost bin, the chili plant from seed, the homemade grape juice.

13. I tease him about his appalling memory for things and take his teasing me about my clumsiness.

14. I can remember what foods he particularly likes and which he dislikes.

15.
I gave him a lift to Heathrow Airport once, even though I had to take a
train to Berkshire to collect the car and take it back again.

16. I don't date any of the salsa guys. None of them hold my interest.

17. I invited him to pizza when I had that Mystery Shopper assignment.



so
that means the clues He Loves Me (20) somewhat outnumber the clues
I am giving him(17). Furthermore, the He Loves Me clues far exceed
the He Loves Me Nots (10)



well after such an in-depth,
scientific study, I can confidently conclude.. well that I'm no further
forward and still too bloody cowardly to do anything.









Disclaimer

it takes a woman to over-analyse like this. I can only be true to my gender.





He
uses my name a lot. And he makes remarks to amuse me when we're
watching TV. He also remarked that he yawns too much and am I not sick
of him yawning all the time. And then he uses my name mid-yawn
"*yaaaaawn* ah, Heather" and invites me to tease him about it.



He is always happy to play along to my TV games (such as "Be The First To Point And Laugh At The Worst Tie On

The
News" game). We used to compete at University Challenge - the prize
being a square of Bournville Chocolate - and both of us heckle the TV
with wild abandon - competing for the wittiest comment.





3.10.05 17:17


Now I know religion really isn't very fashionable at the moment,


but I just wanted to announce that it's Ramadan. That means
nothing to most people, but to me it means no eating, no drinking, no
bonking (I should be so lucky!)
during daylight hours for the entire month. Swearing, gossipping and
nastiness are to be avoided, but come sunset (when the sky turns pink,
which is about 6.30pm) all bets are off.  - Actually I think
you're
meant to lay off the gossip and swearing for the whole month but who
can do that, I mean, really!



Now most (sensible) people who fast get up before sunrise (about 5am)
and have a hearty meal to set them up for the day. After the sound of the Adhan
(Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar La ilaha ilallah etc etc etc) it's time to
pray so you wash and get ready, roll out the old prayer mat, try not
burp too much, sway a little if you're not fully awake. It only takes a
few minutes so you're still feeling pretty full as you climb back into
bed to catch some precious moments of sleep before it's time to get up again.



The first week is quite hard. Your body is expecting it's scheduled
meals and has the stomach all geared up and gurgling petulantly at the
lack of food coming it's way. So you start to think about food. A LOT.
Anything ambiguous is immediately assumed to be food, conversations
seem to turn to food and by the afternoon you're really looking forward to a glass of something cold and sweet.



The afternoon drags by, the mental images of doughnuts and cream cakes
taunt you (it's never dreams of sprouts or celery, somehow) and your
just so so so thirsty. Your concentration has flatlined. You are aware
that people around you are telling you things but you are so woolly
headed
it's hard to make out. You understand every word but still the meaning
isn't clear. They eventually get sick of repeating things to you and
leave you alone.



By late afternoon you're counting down the hours (and minutes) to
sunset. once sunset start (it is about 2 minutes
earlier each day) food is the prevailing thought.Me, I will delicately sink my spoon into a bowl of
chilled lychees (my preferred fast breaking food) and slurp the syrup.
Wait 2 minutes, wait for the sugar rush send me bouncing off the
ceiling, and I start to chatter at quite a speed.



I cannot face eating a full meal for an hour yet though. Far from
wanting to jump head first into the nearest plate of mashed potatoes
you are actually perfectly happy with just the slightest amount of
something. And that is the worst part of Ramadan for me. Spend all day
hungry/thirsty, have something small, feel fine and then not want to
eat again. End up not eating in the evening either, sleep through the
pre-dawn meal, end up totally famished the following day, sun sets,
have lychees which take the edge off hunger again, repeat for 30 days.



But surprisingly it's not actually torture. It's voluntary and
rewarding when done with sincere intentions. Ramadan isn't really about
being hungry. The hunger acts more as a way of reminding you. "Blimey,
I'm famished.. hold on, why? oh yeah.. God" and so it does it job and
works as a way of getting you more God conscious. This is why Muslims
look forward to Ramadan. It's happy time, people get together and break
the fast together, meet at mosques for optional night prayers and the
atmosphere is very festive and cheery.



The physcial act of fasting also has a way of sharpening the sense. I
get woolly headed by the afternoon, yes  - but there is also a
clarity that comes with it. Maybe it's the detox part of not putting
rubbish into the system - but it does make everything feel very
different.  I actually like that feeling.



Also, denying yourself food and water reminds you of the hardships of
others who daily go hungry/thirsty and they do not have the luxury of
being able to break their fast with whatever delicacies seem most
appealing as soon as the sun sets.



It's only day one. I admit I'm finding things a little tough. Had only
a light dinner last night and drank nothing all evening. Stupid silly
idiot me. I can now smell a packet of knik knaks from across the office
and the concept of tea falls under 'mankind's greatest achievement'.
I'll be back to normal in just over three hours, though. Three hours eight minutes and twenty seconds, that is.











4.10.05 09:33


 The office is silent. Suddenly the quietude is interrupted by a loud



stomach:
gurglesplurglebubblygrwwwlll

me:
Shut up, you've got another four and a half hours. Be patient

stomach
: glogbubblesplurglesplurgle?

me
: What? Yes, yes I expect we'll have steak for dinner.. and ice cream for pud - but not if you keep pestering me.

stomach:
blubblegurgsgrowlyglop!

me
: Look, stop making such a fuss.  You've just got to....

stomach
: glogglebubbleblblblblgrrllwblup!

me
: Now there is NO need for that kind of language. ONE more word - I'm warni-

stomach
: gurgle

me
:  Right, no ice cream.

<pause>

stomach
blubblyblubble



5.10.05 14:18


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