ok this is wierd

So, it's time to share what I've been fucking rushing home to do everyday.

Something very strange has started happening. Bizarre as it, I'm loving it.

If you'd told me a month ago, that:

1)I'd be one of those people who talk on Skype to somebody everyday, who couldn't wait to get home to talk to this person over a fucking webcam,

I'd say you were barking mad.

2)We'd not only talk on Skype, but do communal things like take baths together.

You'd tell me I was barking mad.

I have one amazing night with a British stranger in fucking Greece, and instead of never talking to this person again, as one might expect, I have just got to know him more and more – over Voice Over Fucking IP.

Maybe I am absolutely fucked in the head, and this is the part where Peas On Toast finally loses all her pears. I mean there we were, him in his bath tub and me in mine, merrily washing our hair and talking crap over a webcam.

Like it's a slightly normal thing to do. Maybe other people do do this? Jesus I really hope so. I mean maybe people talk over Skype in the bath all the time?

Maybe this is the 21st Century vibe, and we're just two modern-day people getting to know each other using all our technological resources around us.

I just know it's a lot of fun.

(It wasn't that kinky either, the bath, before you ask. In fact, we entertained the morbid idea of what would happen if one of us died mid-conversation? Like what would we do? Who would we call? We don't know any of each other's friends or family, I mean, God forbid. I suppose we'd have to phone the company.)

Anyway, so we've both had a giggle as to how our friendship seems to be panning out – over the fucking Internet – and I laugh because it's absurd.

Or is it?
I don't know, I just know I love talking to him and getting to know his life. But can you imagine what my bloody neighbours think?

"Oh there's that girl in Number 15 talking to herself again."

Or "She seems to have this invisible British friend...how odd! We can all hear him but we can't see him."

Or "Did you hear Number 15 again? God she was cracking the most lewd set of paedophile jokes to someone who seemed to be heartily appreciating it."

And although I went out with a guy last night – one I could stand next to and brush up against – for a drink, I've been finding myself walking around my house laughing my head off, as I talk to someone over a screen.
The drinks with someone else was super enjoyable, although I originally did it for my own sanity.

Carrying my Mac around as I make tea, go about my business and now bathe in front of this [hot] man.

What is going on?