Yesterday I was chatting away to my friend A online. Although we have known each other since school, we're not incredibly close since the link has always been through another, mutual, close friend. Anyway, so we chat away about the crapness of staying in the city over bank holiday weekends whilst everyone you know hops off to do something more exciting, and she drops into the conversation that she is going on a date that night with her "stalker toyboy". With little explanation she then goes on to tell me that she's also seeing a married ex-colleague (though presumably not in the same night). Then...in virtually the same breath if this was a face to face, as apposed to Internet conversation, she tells me that she was on www.match.com for a while, and that a guy she met on the site tried to rape her. Apparently they went to some pub/club hybrid, and when they went outside to get some air, he attacked her. She bit him and made a run for it, half clothed down the street, calling up her friend to come find her. She didn't report him because he was a policeman, and she didn't want to end up reporting him to one of his mates. I would say that the fact he was a policeman was all the more reason to report him, but I think you should always try and report any guy, no matter what, because you have to think of the next girl. The thing with A is that she is one of the most single-minded, fiercely independent people I have ever met, you can say what you like, try and support her and be there for her, but she wont respond to any of it. I wasn't even sure what i was supposed to do with the information. Nothing I guess, unless she wants to talk about it some more. It just made me sad that she was so all over the place.
On a lighter note, I met my friend CS today and we went for a manicure. How very fabulous of us. I normally go for something very natural and inoffensive, but today I'm rocking a harlot red. It's always good when your nails entertain you.
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