Eventually you'll give up on going to his sets every night - that late night stamina can only last for so long before you're totally exhausted. You're just not excited enough to get through yet another evening of repetitive songs and bulls*** from the people in the club. So you stay at home instead. He goes off in the van like any other night. You curl up in your pyjamas with a tub of ice cream and watch Netflix for what feels like the first time in months. And wow, you've never loved your sofa more. But waking up the next day and having to look at his Facebook activity while you weren't around is kind of heartbreaking. 'DJ so-and-so is now friends with Melinda, Lucille, Coco and Laura' are not the kind of updates you want to see. You tell yourself he has to make these acquaintances to boost popularity - but you still feel utterly jealous. Maybe you're not cut out to date a DJ and need to find yourself a 9 till 5 banker guy instead. Then it would be ice cream and Netflix all the way.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
