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Grrr. I'm confused. Why do exes text u? I know when I text my exes its a) because i feel slightly obliged to if I've promised to stay mates b) I'm bored or c) i'm festering a secret fancy for them still.

Okay- so with the ex in question, he text me. What is his meaning? Is he bored? Or worse- does he feel obliged to me because he treated me like rubbish after we split and I got drunkenly upset about it one night? Or is there just the little possibility that the amazing night we had on the last night at uni made him realise what he's been missing out on.

I know what ur thinking. he's male. Its bound to be a) or b). I suppose September will tell. And for now I have great weather, awesome mates and plenty of drinking to keep me occupied. Not to mention my fling (fingers crossed the plan is working).

Two weeks ago I thought a summer fling was the answer to all my love life probs. The end of last term saw a general overcomplication in that department. I found myself jumping from boyfriend to boyfriend to ex-boyfriend to oh-my-god-why-did-I-even-go-there! It had to stop!

So I thought, lets slow it down. Lets go for something not serious. Enter summer fling: fit, funny, pays for me, drives, lives locally, knows i'm going back to uni in september. Tick's every box. I've had so much fun over the last month, totally feeling in control and loving the attention. But alas, the last week has just been rubbish. Everything is suddenly on his terms and i feel like if we meet up its cos he's squeezed me in.

GRR! GRR!

Plan of action: Act extremely immaturely and don't respond to his next two texts at least. Be busy every night of week and invent a few single male friends that i need to catch up with. If that fails to show him i'm no doormat, cut and run! I probably need a break anyway.

So, day two.

I feel cheated of my weekend. Back to work again tomorrow and have spent the majority of the last two days amongst trying relatives.

Today was the christening of my most recent cousin (I lost count of how many there are now but i think we must be in the thirties). I spent most of the afternoon being harassed by a crazy 5 year old (cousin no. 29 or thereabouts), who repeatedly attempted lifting up my skirt whilst screeching at a pitch previously unknown to mankind. As i paid little attention to my underwear whilst dressing this morning, its a good job she didn't suceed!

Ah well, best mate is back from Scotland so meeting up for drinks in a Soho comedy club tomorrow- fortunately she doesn't have the same habit of attempting to reveal my underwear to the general public.

hello.

very frustrating day today. Two invites out- naturally accept the first, reject the second. First falls through. Too late to accept second. End up around a garden table made for 6, with 10+ relatives eating cheese fondue being asked why I have no other friends. Actually, I should check that out.

On a more positive note, the cheese fondue was nice. And plus, i think the high alcohol content may have numbed my pain a little.

Note to self: Must repeat baileys/ chocolate fondue attempted at uni. Even better, must escape the trials of family living and get back to uni!