Gallivanting. That was the only word I could use to describe things this week. We had been gallivanting around and just about everywhere. Whilst it had been a lot of fun; alcohol was everywhere, as was nicotine. Men were also very much central to the happenings of the last week or so. There had been the constant, the occasional and the rare. All in the space of about 3 days. The constant was fine and dandy, a source of happiness. The occasional had been a source of fun, of confidence, of butterflies and a hint of anger. The rare had been a source of excitement, alcohol and passion. I knew which I wanted; underneath. The constant. If I didn’t then I wouldn’t be in the present with the constant. I did, however, want to keep the occasional around for occasional benefits that it brought. The rare; I wasn;t fussed on. Besides, I always had been possessive. And I didn’t think it was a habit I was going to break now, or easily. I had, however, managed to let go of the past..but that was just because I didn’t care anymore. I did care about the constant in the present, despite how it seemed. Bear in mind, that in any situation, as far as priorities were concerned, he would always get number one. I would always put him at the top-the occasional and the rare just wouldn’t do-in the entire entirety I had with them; it just wasn’t worth it. I’ve always said I never loose at anything; and no matter in what situation; that most definitely wasn’t going to be the case with any guys I knew.