Category: Dating

Well, I’ve gone and made things really complicated for myself. Super complicated actually. I did that thing where I over-thought everything and kinda screwed things up. The time has come for me to lay it all down on the table and figure out what to do. To start with, The Director has deleted his POF account. Completely deleted it. “Deleted User” I didn’t ask him to, he just did it. Apparently when I got drunk on the first, first date I told him he would only be taking me home if he didn’t…

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He said I was the best sex he ever had. He said that to me. The Director said that to me on our second date. Holy fuck. To be fair, we had such great sex that the neighbours complained the next day, which was more than a little embarrassing. Apparently they had heard us shagging two nights that week, and the wife had made the husband come round and tell us to shut the fuck up. Can you believe that actually happened? I know I’m not a silent partner but…

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So I went on the second first date with The Director. You know because I couldn’t remember the first one and all. So much has happened. I don’t even know where to begin. I worried about the whole new relationship thing and the dodgy smear situation for a few hours but ultimately decided to cross that bridge when I came to it. After all they might not even need to do any procedures to me this time around. It might be fine. We might not even make it that far.…

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I went on the date with The Director. I also got blind drunk and turned into an absolute slut. Total slut. Wasn’t that the point of the date though? I went out looking to get laid and get laid I most definitely did…. The only problem is I don’t remember much of it. In fact I barely remember anything at all. I’m a non-drinker. I never drink. So the three large glasses of wine and two or three snakebite and blacks I drank last night on an empty stomach went…

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*I should have posted this last night but I’ve been uber blog-happy recently and didn’t want to spam you. However, by the time you read this, I’ll either be nakedly tangled with the guy or I’ll be at home on my own….  I’m sweating. Just sat here typing, finishing off some writing stuff, my leg is bobbing up and down, my toes are twitching, and I’ve got sweaty armpits. I stink. This is nerves. First date nerves. First date nerves because I know I’m probably going to fuck him. The…

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“So let me get this straight. If we have a great first few dates you’d be willing to wear skirts and no / tiny underwear for me. You would be happy to be constantly sexually interfered with and you will suck my dick regularly, especially if we haven’t seen each other for a few days. In response, I will give you as much head or cock as you need?” “And romance. Sometimes a gal just needs some romance.” “Fair one. Deal.” “Deal.” “You could be a keeper.”  “If I was…

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I’ve finally figured out the answer to that age-old question – What do you need to get a hot date? The answer? Another hot date. And then another one thrown in on top of that for good measure. I don’t even know where to start. It’s only been like three days… Slightly stung from The Gemini’s rejection, I decided to take it like a man and jump right back on the internet dating horse. I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I’m on the hunt for a man and I…

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