Bye-bye baby

After many teary-eyed mornings, and I’ll admit, some insane clinging to the Gilb on his last official morning in Jozi this Sunday, I let go – both literally and figuratively - and accepted that the Gilb has to begin his career and if that means taking a great opportunity in some little voetsek-sized town called Secunda (still haven’t looked on the map to see exactly where it is, though I’ve driven through twice as a young ‘un) then that is what he has to do.

I haven’t committed to any path of action regarding us yet, but will take things as they come. If we were meant to be together, then it’ll work out that way in the end, right? Even if our semi-long distance relationship becomes truly long distance and I move to Europe or Thailand next year. So.

My interactive love life will take an immediate dive (but then that’s why God invented vibrators, no?), but the Gilb will be there emotionally over the phone, and in all the other accustomed ways on most weekends.

I guess I’m being remarkably childish about the whole thing – a lass can hardly expect to get everything she wants, especially if she’s relying on that delivery from a man…

To cheer myself up, here’s a pic of my favourite lady crush: the delectable Scarlett Johansson, in that spectacular red gown…