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I did a really stupid thing: I sent a text to My Mr. Grey. I don’t really know why I did it. I think I was just overthinking the shitty second week One Ball and I had together, overanalysing all the little flaws I can see starting to appear in our relationship. He’s quite immature and boyish at times, and he really can’t make a decision to save his life, and there are lots of other little things that are making me think perhaps he’s just not the right kind…
Read MoreYou want to know if I fucked My Mr. Grey on his visit down to my end of the country, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’ll get to the point: I didn’t do it. I didn’t fuck My Mr. Grey. And although it was the right decision – the moral one – I’m not happy about it at all. Nope. Not at all. One Ball is a good man. We’ve had our ups and downs, yes, but he’s been a very good boyfriend…
Read MoreThings aren’t going well with One Ball and I. In fact, they’re going pretty disastrously, but I don’t think that’s the whole reason I’m spiralling out of control right now. He was due to visit me the past two weekends and I’ve cancelled them both, plus I’m already trying to think of reasons to cancel the next weekend we have planned together. We definitely need to break up. In fact, I need to break up. I don’t know how he’s feeling. What happened? A whole load of him not letting…
Read MoreRight, peeps, I need your help. I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. I don’t know what to do about One Ball and I. Should we break up? Should I just do it and be done with it? Or is he a good guy that deserves a bit more time? And before you answer that question, I have something to tell you that’ll complicate things even further … I’m starting to crush on his best friend. (As if the My Mr. Grey stuff wasn’t complication…
Read MoreIt’s been an interesting weekend, peeps. The crush with One Ball’s best friend that I talked about in my previous post? Yep, it’s grown in intensity. I’ve started imagining his face when I’m fucking myself at night. Worse than that: I’ve started imagining his face when I’m fucking One Ball. That’s bad, right? Like … really, really bad. I’m not doing it deliberately. It’s happening by accident, and it’s taking everything in me not to call my boyfriend by his best friend’s name. But it seemed to be on the…
Read MoreI 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 MoreOne Ball and I did the whole breaking up thing a few days ago, and it’s still all raw and weird. We’ve been texting a bit, mostly him asking why I refused to give things a go with him and me telling him – repeatedly – that there’s little point to his constant contact. Things went quiet for a bit and I thought all was well, but I was apparently quite wrong. I got home from work and prepared to get myself ready to go and see my step-dad for…
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 MoreI was angry from the moment I woke up today. I have no idea why, I just was. Sleep had evaded me for much of the night, though I couldn’t pinpoint one specific reason for it, plus I think I’m starting to get a cold. With a big, black cloud hanging over from the second I opened my eyes, the rest of the day didn’t bode well … I got even angrier when I checked my bank balance after my morning cup of tea. One Ball is meant to send…
Read MoreOk. So I have a few things that I need to talk about. I tried to blog about this last night once I had gotten home from Jock’s but honestly; I just wanted to go to bed. It was his birthday on Wednesday. He picked me up Monday night. It was a funny kinda few days… We had a fight. A stupid fight. I wanted a cute Birthday Brunch with my tattooed birthday boy, but he invited the Redneck. I wanted a nice meal, but they took me to a…
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