OK.... this is the easiest blog i've ever had to write.

My wonderful boyfriend wrote an entry yesterday - and for all you perv's out there... im not gonna give any extra details.

Friday was the first day of the rest of my life... When I saw paya through coming out of the airport terminal, i was terrified. We were both nervous - and made stupid small talk to try and calm down... it didn't work. The first time I felt truly at ease was when i decided to grasp the nettle and to hell with consequence. I held Paya's hand for the first time in public at the train station. And I felt the calming effect spread from our entwined fingers, right to my heart.

We have had romance.... Dinner, private dancing.... we have been to the gay village and perved on half naked dancers in the street - and then gone back to the hotel room, because for both of us, the dancers were not a patch on the person we have.

I cried like a pussy this morning. The thought of him leaving was just to sad. But it is the thought of us being together in the future that keeps me going.

To everyone else im gonna say one thing only about sex.... and that is that sex is only half the story. if you have someone who will hold you and adore you, then that is a million times better.

West