I feel so healthy and virtuous right now, it’s ridiculous. I’ve been going to the gym everyday and working out until I’m drowning in my own sweat (I know, it’s Sexy right?) and I’ve been eating like a saint. They should really call me Jesus Hunt. But this kind of sounds like people are hunting Jesus. Okay maybe just stick with Teresa Hunt. I have to admit I’ve allowed myself a glass of wine after work and the gym, but apparently it keeps the doctor away. So I say, screw the apples! Bring on the vino…

I just met up with Sarah for dinner tonight. She’s just ended yet another unsuccessful fling with a singer from some unknown ‘indie’ band, who left her to ‘go find his inner voice’ or some shit like that. There’s a pretty high chance that he’s become a monk… I love the girl, but she really can’t choose men that are good for her. Anyway, her rant went something like this:

“Seriously Teresa, I’m sick of all these fucking guys in London. One minute they’re in you, and the next they’re all; ‘I’m just not ready for a relationship’! It’s not as if I’ve even mentioned a relationship or any form of commitment – ever! But apparently wanting to get a coffee with a guy you’re shagging is just too much!”

I do agree with her to an extent- there are too many commitment-phobes in London. Not that I’m complaining! I like the fact that I can have no-strings-attached sex, knowing that there truly are and never will be any ‘strings attached’. But sometimes it is nice for that guy to call you and say; “Get your sexy arse over here. I’m making you dinner.”

Hmm I don’t know, guys are just so goddamn confusing. But I guess we are too…it’s just a perfect match, isn’t it?