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I did it. I broke up with One Ball. I broke up with him because I didn’t have time for a relationship, and definitely not the relationship we were trying to have. I’m trying to spin too many plates at once. It’s not him, it’s me. Yadda, yadda, yadda. So, I decided to remove myself from all dating applications and sites and NOT look for a man. I need to focus on myself for a while. Get my life back on track, then find time to insert a partner into…
Read MoreI don’t have time for a relationship. I’m not over my ex yet. I literally broke up with a completely different ex less than a week ago. Those are all the reasons I should stop talking to the hunky Jock who’s been taking up all of my time. We haven’t met yet, but man have we talked. And talked. And talked. It’s like we can talk forever, about anything, without ever getting bored. You know what that means, don’t you? My head’s getting all carried away with itself. I can’t…
Read MoreSo … yeah, I went on a date with Jock. The date ended up being 11 hours long. I had so much fun with him I didn’t realise where the time had gone, and neither did he. Peeps, I’m in SERIOUS trouble. Our date was cute, cheap, and very cheerful. We chose the arcades and some seaside fun, making plans to eat ice cream and paddle on the beach and frolic in the sunshine. He tried to win me a toy at the arcades, on the grabber machines, but he…
Read MoreSo, this new guy [Jock] has got me totally figured out already. Well, he hasn’t, but he’s going the right way. We’ve been texting and calling each other in that way that new potential lovers do: constant questions and answers, flirty banter, naughty conversations that you would berate other boys for. I thought I might’ve grown bored of him by now. No sign of that, though. The stuff he’s saying to me is driving me crazy. Whether I ‘like’ him or not, I’m definitely lusting after him. But I’m wondering…
Read MoreOne Ball read my fucking blog. Because of course he wasn’t going to let our breakup go by easy. I can’t work out if this is going to be a big fuck-you blog post to him, or a big bye-bye blog post to you lot. I’m battling two very different sides of myself right now. Let me tell you the story of what happened on my second date with Jock. Jock and I went shopping for our second date, stopped to have some coffees, and then he dropped me home…
Read MoreFuck it, I’ve decided to completely ignore the fact that One Ball might be reading my blog and tell you all about my second date with the fabulous Jock. Because he really is totally fabulous. I told you in my last post that he was more touchy-feely this time around; well, there was more kissing this time around, too. We parked up to “have a cigarette” which we both knew was code for making out in his car. We’re still playing it cool and not taking things too far, but…
Read MoreIt’s exactly 48 hours until my next date with Jock. I think it’s going to be *the* date; the one where we fuck for the first time. Anxiety is taking over and I’m overthinking absolutely everything. I’m beyond nervous. That’s how I know I really like him: the thought of being in his presence makes me so nervous that I just can’t think straight. I’m not prepared for this. I wanted to book a bikini wax but I’m not sure I’ll have time for it. Between you and me, things…
Read MoreJock and I went on our third date. It was wonderful. We went camping and all this cute shit happened and YES WE FUCKED AND I KNOW THAT’S WHAT YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW. He agreed to get everything sorted as I had work during the day — and that’s just what he did. He found the cutest little campsite, organised it so that it would be just us on the site, sorted out a tent, grabbed food and beers, and even decorated the tent and surrounding space with solar-powered…
Read MoreSo … I don’t really know where to start. I’ve definitely got fuck-tinted spectacles on as far as Jock is concerned. Our camping third date went so perfectly, even with some of the sex awkwardness, that I’m just kinda walking around on cloud nine, blushing every now and again as I remember some of the naughty stuff we did. And speaking of naughty, I fucked up. We fucked up. When we woke up in the morning, a little hungover, ravenously hungry, and more than little in need of hydration, we…
Read MoreI’m in very serious trouble. Like, super serious trouble. I’ve just spent another AMAZING 24 hours with the AMAZING Jock, and I can say one thing with absolute honesty: he rocks my fucking world. I definitely wasn’t this happy with One Ball at the beginning. I didn’t feel like this. He made me happy and stuff but this is something else. I’m in a constant state of giggly butterflies, wishing the hours away until I can see him next, literally running to my phone whenever it makes a vibrating noise…
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