Today's the day. As I sit in a sunny Glasgow. It's over.
I arrange a punt , text the girl , agree a time , I typed out the final reply.... ""Yes , that's all fine. See you then.""
Realisation kicks in. I actually don't want to go. I know I'm not looking forward to it. I change the text. I apologise.
Similar feeling I guess to a couple of regs I used to see , when they decided to retire.
I've done a lot of things in my life. And I've done them pretty well being honest. And pretty hard. Gambling. Tick. Drugs. Tick. Alcohol. Tick.
Now all under control. Not even control. I just don't need them.
Girls. Like the above , I realise now I've done all I need to do. All my sexual bucket list is done. Wasn't extensive or particularly extravagant. But it's done. And I think I done it well , over the 10+ years. Fuck it , I know I did.
Now , it's gone. The excitement. The anticipation. Gone. Like gambling. Like 2 day benders. Gone.
Call me what you like. 5 years ago I'd as sure as hell have called myself a pussy. But that was then. This is today.
I have a couple of other things I want to do now. Comparatively boring , but other things all the same.
I hope yous all have at least 50% of the fun I had. You'll have done it well - if you do.
Hope my reviews and comments helped. I'll look in over the weekend on this post. Then that's it.
One footnote , I still have the occasional beer. Might have a monthly football bet. And I won't say no if offered a cheeky line. But it doesn't consume me. Punting almost consumed me. Time to go.
Mav.
Out.
