On My Own Pretending He's Beside Meeeeee

So here is Miss

...young, free and single. Living in the city on my own without Mr. Ok i can't pretend to be quite as brave as him going it alone, as I am also with a lot of our friends, in the same house, hanging out with more than one person. But still...feeling the pride.

So since Mr deserted me (yes he deserted me, i refuse to look at it in any other way) I have had a job promotion and so, like any girl going through a break up, have been working late at the office, until I found that I have actually caught up with the insane backlog. Well kind of, there are still loads of boring bits but they are too boring to deal with at present so i'll pretend they don't exist. The point is, i can not spend my time in the office.

But, light was on the horizon - Our friend F moved down last weekend though and i have been busy mothering her and making myself feel needed and, perhaps some would say, smothering her. Sadly, she is actually doing a lot better than i thought she would in adjusting to London life and I know that I am not really needed, that i'm just being humoured.

So instead I resorted to my friend 'the Med', who i have taken to calling my surrogate girlfriend. We're friends who text a lot and go out for dinner every couple of weeks; she listens to me rant about how stressed I am and I listen to her trying to solve the constant enigma that is her girlfriend. But lately our texts have gotten a bit too familiar on both parts. I believe that my thought process was somewhere along the lines of this 'Hmmm i have lots of spare time, how can i fill it up?? Oooh i'll text the Med and make my life a bit complicated but without being serious.' However last night she called me up on it and decided that we had been acting inappropriately and it was getting a bit complicated. Not wanting to lose a friend and realising that lines have been stepped over I agreed that we should act strictly as chums in the future.

So I am now at a bit of a loss. I have no Mr to take up my spare time, F does not need me (I think she is ridiculously focused on finding a husband to be honest) and 'the Med' has called a hault to my random pretence of having a life.

Maybe I should take up a hobby...