I had a date this week which was rather fun actually although I drank a lot of booze on a school night and felt a bit delicate the next day.
We like the same things and have the same interests which I think is always a good basis if anything came of it.
One thing I find difficult is level of contact. Not having a partner I’m not used to people checking in with me several times a day and whilst nice I sometimes get lazy and don’t reply mostly because I don’t really have an interesting response.
Anyway I will have to learn to communicate better if I ever want to be with someone.
I’ve not told this guy about the cancer. It’s funny how the word cancer always comes up though somewhere in any conversation.
I sway between feeling nervous about bringing it up and a man’s reaction and an almost smug feeling that I am able to hide it so well and keep it secret.
If it wasn’t for my boobs I would never have to explain to anyone. Sometimes I think it would be easier pretending it never happened and saving a new person the worry.