Episode I

Why do I feel I am always late? Here it is 2005 and I'm blogging like its, er, well 2005. OK, so maybe I'm not late to blogging but I'm certainly not first. Which is OK, so my therapist might say.

I'm hungry for love but not willing to go for it. I'm willing to go for it if I'm insured she will like me. I can't love her if it's easy. I'm 30. It's 2005.

Out.