H is coming over as sensitive and sentimental. Sweet. Lovely. Disgustingly cheesy. A turn off.

And when none of the above, he slips back to demanding and tough to take.

I have a drink to look forward to with D - pretentious, attractive, upbeat, funny, innocent but in control. Genuine. I think.

The 600 miles is making me think a drink with another man isn't an issue.

H has quite possibly been shagging away. Not being able to look into his gorgeous and dangerously convincing eyes is either making me wiser or unnecessarily mistrustful.

Meanwhile C continues his mind games. His lifting and laying. Starting to force some distance between us now.