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I don’t know if there is a right or wrong time to talk about this. I don’t even know if I want to talk about it at all. But my fingers are tapping so I’m going with the flow, and right now I want to talk about a little problem called erectile dysfunction. “So … um … I had a little problem before. Well, um, I guess you could call it a big problem. But, yeah, I couldn’t … um … get it, well, you know … up. But I…
Read MoreI was wearing sweat pants. Not just any sweat pants, but the ones I dye my hair in. If we were getting crazy with makeup and fake blood, I didn’t want to do it in my jeans. That’s my defence for wearing my skanky pants around him, anyway. I was also sporting the white vest-top that I dye my hair in, hair tied back, no makeup on (because he was just about to do it all for me), I was hardly at my sexiest. But there was something about it…
Read MoreDo you remember I said a while back, probably in one of my last relationships, about a moment in the early stages of a relationship when something just “clicks” into place? Like all of a sudden you’re no longer dating … you’re in a relationship. Things just “click” into place and you find yourself doing “normal” things together, rather than just the date-stuff you’d usually do to try and impress your potential new other half. Well, that moment happened in the last few days with my beautiful Bear. Because I’m…
Read MoreSo …. Remember I said that dating a schizophrenic would be easy? Famous last words, right? Okay, admittedly I’m being a tad overdramatic here, but Bear is pissing me off a tad. Just a tad though, nothing to worry about. Yet. I’ve been super busy, and pretty under the weather too. There was nothing wrong, I just go through phases where I want to be left alone. I don’t want to go out and socialise with people. I don’t want to listen to how great other people’s lives are going.…
Read MoreSo … Bear and I had our first sleepover! I’d forgotten how much fun sleepovers could be, especially at my house. It’s been such a long time since I invited a man into my space … Too long perhaps? He was late. Hours late. He had clinic-stuff to do, because I’d demanded he went to the GU-clinic before I slept with him. And he had tattoo-stuff to do too. But then he got the train to mine – two and a half hours of train ride, to be precise. That’s…
Read MoreSo, where we at? Oh yes, I’d just admitted I made that whopper of a mistake for what feels like the bazillonth time. But why? Well, because I think there are some similarities between him (BE) and Bear (my new BAE). I also think I need to talk about them. But where to start? Bear: I’m going to tattoo myself tonight I think. The moment I got that text, I called him. Call it female intuition or gut instinct, I don’t know, but I read far too much into what…
Read MoreAhhhhhhhhhh! I don’t know how I do it – I have these AMAZING great first dates. And in a world where bad dates are the norm, these good dates are something else. SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY! In case you hadn’t already figured it out, I am fucking excited. We went to the Big City – a halfway (ish) point between his and mine. I was petrified about the journey. Public transport is a big issue for me, especially long journeys, and even more so if I’m all by myself. I get…
Read More“I have schizophrenia.” Hmmmm. This is a really tough blog post for me to write. It’s taken me a while too. I keep writing things and then deleting them, and the same can be said for my tweets. I just don’t know how to broach it, how to talk about it, how to ask questions … Except now I think I need to because it seems Mr. Schizophrenia isn’t going anywhere. And I’ve started to quite like him. The usual rules apply – tall, dark, mysterious, not conventionally attractive, covered…
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