Well after months of angst, arguments and general anguish, not to mention alliteration, I have officially become the slut du jour, in that my boyfriend is finally allowing us to have an open relationship. This of course, now means that he will be getting cosy with a different hot-pant clad honey every night of the week, whilst I sit at home, crocheting and cutting my toenails. Because it was my idea, so of course I'm not going to get so much as a wink from the opposite sex. Oh well, at least I can eye up strange men on the train without feeling guilty. Not that I ever had reason to, being as the minute the strange man of my choice clocked me looking at him, I'd pretend there was something fascinating on my shoe, and spend the rest of the journey staring at it.
