A year older...

So, they wisdom comes with age, right? Wrong. I'm a year older and I don't feel any wiser.

My birthday was on Saturday, when I turned the grand old age of 23. It was a good day...for the most part. The morning was spent curled up in the bath, wishing the crippling pains that come with being a woman away. The afternoon was much better. I went to watch Bournemouth play and win 2-0, against one of the teams favoured for promotion. That was good. I then went out in the evening, with my best friends in the whole world and had an amazing night, full of dancing and drinking and random little chats. I then had a hangover that could fell a whole HERD of elephants, let alone a small one.

Anyway, back to my original point. Wisdom does not come with age. Just over a year ago, I met someone who turned out to be quite a big part of my life for a year and is no longer a part of my life at all. People close to me know who he is, became sick of hearing his name about 6 months ago, and dislike him for "wronging" me. Me? I don't dislike him. This is hard to say, but it was quite the opposite for a while. I won't go as far as saying I was in love with him, but it definitely heading that way. Now, I don't feel anything. Except for a bit lost.

I'm not going to go into details, into the whys and the wherefores, but all I can say is I'm not wiser about anything. I still can't work out men, I can't work out what goes on inside their heads. In fact, if anything? I'm pretty much more clueless than I did this time last year. No wiser. At all.

So, if any of you blokes reading this could give any input, that'd be great. Really. I know I can't tar you all with the same brush, but I need someone to prove to me that you aren't all bad.