Another Good Night

Despite the earlier false start, and the umpteen changes of clothing brought on by the changeable weather, I eventually got out for some birthday drinks at around 18:00, starting off in the Duke of Wellington with Tim and a strange friend of his that I'd met once before (but whose name escapes me at this moment). We stayed there for about 3 drinks before Tim and I moved on to Rupert Street and then the Yard.
Totally unexpectedly, Tim had brought me a birthday card and a present (my one and only present) which was a box set of audio Dr Who stories. It has a total of 9 disks and so I shall be spending many an hour enjoying listening to these tales. I'm resisting the urge to put one on now!
Tim left to go home (or to meet Niall after his shift in the pub, I can't remember which) and I went on to Barcode (as usual). It was pretty uneventful in there, but I met a guy who I'd previously met there a few years back, named Marcus. We chatted and then he invited me back to his place.
It was nice because there was no expectation of sex, he just wanted to cuddle. As it turns out we just crashed almost as soon as we got into bed. In the morning though he really wanted to cuddle, A LOT! I found myself getting incredibly claustrophobic, as when he put his arms around me one of them would be up around my neck, not tight but along with the heat in the room, his body heat and the fact that he kept putting his thick duvet over us as well. I felt like I just wanted to get out of there. It was a shame really as he is a lovely guy, and on the face of it he was doing exactly what I would normally want, but it just didn't feel right, and, as I said, it felt incredibly restricting and uncomfortable. Luckily, he had a course to go to at 10:00 so we walked to the tube station together before saying goodbye.
I am annoyed at myself for not wanting to see him again, considering how much I go on about wanting a boyfriend and hating being alone, but I rationalise this by telling myself that "it" has to feel right, otherwise what is the point?

I am now debating whether to go out again tonight as originally intended. I have a headache still and I don't know if I can face more booze, but I know of at least one person who will be out if I go, so I want to get out again (and see if I can get some birthday muscle, just as a treat!). I think I probably will go out. If I'm not up to it when I get there I can always come home after a couple (like that will happen!).