I knew this would happen.

I can't stop thinking about Claire. I'll probably see her this afternoon again (we each have social engagements, at places that are quite close to each other). All yesterday I was on a giddy high, a little voice in the back of my head telling me "dude, you fucked Claire!".

Apart from you readers - you faceless swill - I've only told my ex-boyfriend Sam. He was very pleased for me. He'd seen a photo of her in the newspaper once and had said that she was much too good for me. And I told my personal trainer, but I tell him everything.