I think the drama saved me from committing another foolish blunder I had made about a year ago, when I promised to marry someone. Right after returning back from a business trip last week, I found myself constantly enchanted by the somewhat sweat memories of the cruise along the Bosphorus Strait, with Vivian. She was nice, a simple, naive girl, always the type of my favorite. My colleagues began to urge me to start a relationship with her, and even I myself started to doubt my real sex orientation, to question whether I am a bi. Stupid really, I did chat with her through msn, and everything seemed to go on quite well. Until yesterday, I took a whole day as a couch potato and finished the ten episodes of QAF UK, and, I found out, finalement, I'm still fancying and will never quit my queer life, even if I am technically all alone now with no one to cop off. Stay the course, and be myself!
