What a busy weekend! Full of socialising… and I am pooped now!

Friday was cinema night with Ambrosius. We walked into town together and watched I Swear (which I found incredibly moving), afterwards we had a beer and a chicken burger. He can be quite intense sometimes, but was much less so after the beer and we had a laugh.

Saturday afternoon I met with a new friend called Apuleius. He has ADHD and is really into creative videos using AI. He was funny and engaging – we really clicked! But a couple of his videos freaked me out: he took a picture of me and animated it. I was confused initially because I didn’t remember sending him a video. His second video has me smiling – but it wasn’t my smile: it was too wide, too white, and too perfect. It actually made me feel ill. I mean, I would love to have a nice, wide, white, symmetrical smile – but there was something demonic, or possibly demented, about it 🤣!

The animated version of me was also missing my tattoos! That was very strange – funny how my tattoos make it harder to fake me.

I’m going to share the videos with work as examples of deep fake videos, how confusing and convincing they are – and how to spot them.

In the evening, Patricius. I cooked a seafood paella for us, which went down very well. He bought me some chocolates and yellow roses – apparently yellow roses are for friendship. I guess that’s us friends only now and we won’t “play” together – that makes me sad because I really wanted to connect with him in that way – I trust him.

We watched Strictly Come Dancing together and talked about it – that was lovely because he is so positive and there’s nobody he dislikes.

Strictly I’ve watched since the beginning. It was something that mum and I would talk about. I watched the 2019 Christmas special holding mum’s hand only days before she finally died. I described everything I saw because I hoped that she could hear me and know that I was there.

It feels like I am sharing something extra special when I watch Strictly with somebody new.

Finally, today I met up with a new friend, Scipio. From the outset, Scipio and I met as playmates – no risk of starting in the friend-zone! It wasn’t until afterward we’d been playing for a couple of hours that I told him I’d recently had a heart attack. Poor fellow: I scared him half to death!

The play had been intensely physical and very kinky!

Now I’m out walking the dog, kicking up the autumn leaves and enjoying the sunset.

Autumn makes me sad because everything is dying, the plants and the light. But it’s necessary because then we have the riot of spring to look forward to!

I am exhausted, but I’m a very good way.