After my latest OKC Diary went up, I sent the Brit a screenshot of one of the nice comments on it and he asked if he could write a guest post. The following is as he sent it to me yesterday; my only changes were swapping out my real name and tidying up a few errant punctuation marks. —Bonnet


Dear readers,

I hope you’ll forgive me for interrupting your normal programming to bring you some words from across the seas.

Firstly, thanks for any of the kind things you’ve ever said about me. I don’t read what Bonnet writes here, I promised her I wouldn’t. I might be one of the world’s nosiest people, but I try to keep my promises wherever possible. She shares some comments that you’ve written occasionally, and I can honestly say that they make me feel so happy inside and that I turn a shade of red any time it happens. I hope you’re happy for generating that reaction.

But, I didn’t ask Bonnet if I could write this to write about me. I’m sure she does a much better job than I could ever do. After all, she’s a master with words, while I slave away over spreadsheets all day. She shared some comments with me in reference to something that I’d said this weekend and I had the urge to write this.

Bonnet is…. wonderful in pretty much everything she does. She’s absolutely gorgeous, she’s ever so clever, has a wicked sense of humour, sasses enough for a small country and is generally an excellent friend to have. If I ever have a question, or could do with her help, she’s happy to put everything down to answer it, which is such a great trait to have.

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It’s that collection of fantastic attributes (and more) in one person that make her such an amazing individual, and in turn makes it so easy to tell her to do what makes her happy. Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to have had something between us when I’m over in the next few weeks. But more than that, I want her to be happy. She deserves it. I’d give up all the sex in the world if she could be happy for the rest of her life, because she deserves it.

The comment that really got me was whomever said it was a “sincerely classy” thing to do/say. I don’t have a bone to pick with the comment itself (other than the fact that classy always makes me think of guys tipping their fedoras which I try to avoid thinking about wherever possible).

It was “classy” that got me thinking, but for different reasons. It starts to imply that I did something above what I had to, which, I don’t know. I definitely think what I’ve said is the right thing, and I honestly believe it, but I’m not sure it’s any more than that.

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I suppose mostly it makes me concerned for the society we live in that it’s seen as a notably good thing. I don’t think we’re on a slippery slope or anything, I think that society is becoming less oppressive every day, but it shows us that we’ve still got a way to come. It’s definitely a patriarchal thing, that it’s ingrained that life/relationships shouldn’t be about making the most people happy, but about the man getting what he wants. And I hope that changes, because society should be about people being happy.

Thank you for reading. I hope you don’t think I’m too pretentious or a dickbag.

Yours everlastingly,

The Brit

(p.s. I went to a Taylor Swift concert this weekend and it was great)