Before I even start.
Let me tell you I’m drunk.
I usually drink or do drugs as a recreational thing.
These days.
Today I was drinking because I spent the last two days ready to burst into tears.
I have a confession.
Hi. I’m Mr PJ and I am a roleplayer.
I could say, “No! Not D+D” but recently we’ve bene doing D+D as a back to basics kind of thing to help us not confront the the reality of real roleplaying.
If you have ever read SCi-Fi or Fantasy you will have seen the thinly veiled metaphors for real life.
It is all morality soap opera thinly veiled with swords and sorcery or laser guns and death stars.
I don’t know any “good” roleplayers that are sh*t people.
It is my escape from real life. Although we deal with serious issues it is also an excuse for the boys (16-37) to shoot the sh*t and get stuff off there chest in a way that we don’t even have to talk about it.
I have been in Ireland for the last 5 days and that included Monday.
Monday in Belfast has a little club called Bar Mono which, on MOndays is Bar HoMono and I am a sex addict. Male or Female.
Out of respect for my wife I have stiffled this urge for an age. I can say no biggie, but, it has been.
I was at a school on monday teaching the kids and I swear ( and I said so to the only male teacher I met) it had a fitness quotient for staff. They were throwing themselves at me. “where are you staying?” “what on earth are you going to do with yourself for five days in the north with no company?”
I rejected all offers and avoided a gay bar where I knew I could have got some action (did I mention I love c)ck?)
Earlier in the week I had met PJ’s birthing partners daughter (stay with me) she had said that there was a night out on thursday, the night I come home. I had said to PJ Heh babe, how about it (not in a Dire Straights kind of way)
She forgot.
She thought I meant did she fancy going out with all her girly friends that night.
The night after valentines day.
The night after I had eschewed human contact for 5 days waiting for even a handshake from her.
I missed her deeply. I needed her immensly.
For the first time in my life, PJ fucking my boss included, I felt jeleaous.
All the girls were out the night after valentines day. Were they satisfied that they had kept up the tradition of greeting card companies of making the men sweat over one more aniversary to miss and were comparing notes about how shit we all were? Is Feb 15th going to be a new greeting card company day for cards?
“sorry your husband is so shit….. his work isn’t that important ….. who cares about a roof over our heads when we can have a Feb 15th shit husband day if he is away and aching for our love, our singular touch, fighting temptation like some prophet in the desert?”
Tonight I tried to find my way off the back of the HSS Belfast to Stranraer.
It is too secure. I am fit but the overhand would be too much for Chris Bonnington.
Next time, I reckon a 33mm spanner, some WD40 and 5 minutes uninterrupted and I can die in the Irish sea like my Granny’s 3 brothers.
I love PJ.
Sometimes, too much.