22. 12 November 2013
Mum and Dad have confirmed that we’re going to Aunt Joan and Uncle Victor’s for Christmas this year. It’ll be nice seeing them again; I haven’t seen them since the funeral. It’s going to be very different without you there.
Anyway, that dating site that Regina had me join has given me mixed results. So far I’ve started writing to a few young men with the site’s messenger service, but most of the contact just fizzled out. I don’t know whether it’s on my end, or if we’re just not compatible; as much as one can tell when you’re not face to face with the person you’re ‘talking’ to.
I tend to delete messages from older men of Indian descent. Not because I have a problem with them, but Mum told me that in recent years there have a lot of where Indian men have prostituting young women in Oxford, so I should err on the side of caution.
On another note, I’ve not got my drafts back from Professor Petersen yet, but I spoke to her earlier today and asked if she could tell what she thought of it so far. She was a bit tight-lipped but she did say that she was enjoying what she was reading so far which I am very happy about.
Well, that’s all I have for now. I write again within the next few days.