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I guess I don't really help myself sometimes, but today I was in the big smoke again for a course for work. Being the open & trustworthy person that I am, I told the Mrs about my day out. I also just happened to mention that I was going to meet My Obsession (you may remember her) for lunch as the course was near her place of work. Obviously I didn't call the said friend My Obsession, but the Mrs is well aware I used to quite fancy this girl (see, that's me being honest again) and was not exactly keen on us meeting up. The paranoia & multitude of texts started again. I was honest & just said it was two friends meeting for lunch.

In all honesty there was a certain amount of curiosity on my side though. Would I still fancy her? And if I did, would it be reciprocated? I was never really sure if My Obsession knew I fancied her or not. If she did, she certainly never let on. I know I wanted her to fancy me, but that was pure fantasy on my part.

So we met for lunch, and had a really nice time catching up again (just to update you all, she has no special lady at the moment & finds it hard to even commit to drinks in a weeks time, let alone to anything or anyone else). And if I'm truly honest, I did still fancy her a little bit. It was the wit & the dry sense of humour; it gets me every time. Oh, and also the high heels, but don't tell the Mrs I said that.

So what does all this mean for me & the Mrs now? Well, not an awful lot really. In one of her many texts before me & My Obsession had lunch, the Mrs said if me & the said Obsession wanted to get together, she wouldn't stand in my way & would let me go. I found this a bit hard as she sounded like she wouldn't even want to fight for me (hah, only in my wildest dreams would I have two women fighting over me!). Her way of seeing it was she wouldn't want to stand in my way if that was what I really wanted. She probably doesn't realise it yet, but by letting me go, it's meant I've come back to her.

My obsessional (well, not literally)

* Today I am mostly listening to: The Fratellis – Ole Black 'n' Blue Eyes *

Well, not literally Julie Andrews, but it would be quite funny if I was. Especially as I've been writing about being gay & loads of other rubbish that I can't really remember. The pap's would have a field day. But anyway, back to what I was originally going to write about. I suppose this is my long-winded, round-about way of saying that I went & bought myself a Nintendo Wii. And amongst the delights that is the new gaming revolution, you can create what are known as Mii's, and my Mii looks remarkably like Julie Andrews in her early years. It certainly wasn't intentional, I just happened to notice the likeness; not that I'd say I look like Julie Andrews, but my Mii does.

Anyway, all I can say about my Wii is that it's dead dead good, and I really don't know why I waited to get one. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that even if you're not into gaming, you could well be after having a go on a Wii. Not that I'd call myself a gaming nerd or anything, but I'm a definite fan of the funny little white box & it's funny little wireless pointy remote thingy.

Wii sports is just great, and what makes it even better is that it comes free with the standard pack (and I'm not getting paid to write this!). For the first week I had it, it was the only game I played, and I didn't even open the SSX Blur game I bought with it (and I just love SSX Tricky on the Mrs' PS2), so it must have been good to keep me away from that. And more than anything, it's highly addictive and you just want to keep playing one more game of (delete as necessary) tennis/baseball/bowling/golf (I haven't got round to the boxing yet). So there you go, go and get a Wii. Now.

In other news, me and the Mrs made a trip to Wimbledon. I was lucky enough to have two tickets for Court 1 land in my lap & I certainly wasn't going to turn down the offer of a trip to SW19. The only problem was the rain, and bloody hell did we get a lot of that of that on middle Saturday. But despite all the umbrella's, we were lucky enough to see Maria Sharapova (she's got very broad shoulders you know) beat Ai Sugiyama in just over an hour (which incidentally means we get refunded half the price of our tickets). It was OK, nothing great, and there was only ever going to one winner of that match. It's just a shame we didn't get to see any more tennis.

As we'd treated ourselves to a rather plush boutique hotel, we decided to make the most of it, and have a big night out in the big smoke. After some advice on where to go, we made our way to the Minories for Rumours (“London's Premier Women's Club” don't ya know). And I have to say we actually had a really good night out. I've not really been to many gay places, so it was a rather nice experience for me (lots of women & the ability to snog the Mrs in public without any scornful looks). The Mrs used to do the scene where she lives, but hasn't done so for years, so I think it made a nice change for her as well. It certainly helped that there was BOGOF on Smirnoff Ice.

Anyway, here's a few pic's from rainy Wimbledon...

Sharapova v Sugiyama; guess who won

Rain Stopped play (OK, they'd already finished)

And it pissed it down...