Category: Dating

It’s been a really good day for me. Well, up until a point, anyway. I left the house today (woohoo!), my insides behaved themselves, my love life is still going swimmingly, I did some shopping, had a lot of fun, and then I learned about a massive sale I’d made and the commission I’d get from it. It was the biggest commission I’d made in a single sale, so I hit the roof with glee. As happy as I was, it felt as though there was something missing. Like my…

I’m taking a weird and slightly different approach to my first date with Someone New. I’m going to give you an hour by hour rundown as it happens. A minute-taking, if you like, of my first date with this new chap. Now, I do appreciate I’m putting this date on quite the pedestal, but fuck it, good or bad, we’re in this together. So, this is me at 5:44 pm. Our date was meant to have started somewhere around the 2/3 pm mark, but his meeting overran quite a bit…

Soooo, what’s been happening with you guys? Actually, don’t tell me yet. I’ve got so much stuff to tell you. I’m now well and truly smitten with Someone New even though we haven’t actually met yet, and I think I might need a little help coming back down to earth. We’ve Facetimed and spoken for HOURS on the phone. We text literally from the second we wake up to the second we go to bed. We’ve discussed everything, anything you could think of. Movies, music, food, family, work, sex, past…

I’m in that place again. That place where I can’t think straight or gather my thoughts for long enough to write them down. My head has been clouded over by Someone New and, I need to be honest with you, I’m absolutely loving every moment of it. Naughty with just the right amount of nice, he’s woken me in ways I absolutely needed. We haven’t stopped talking, now comfortably sitting in the territory of actual voice calls — voice-to-voice contact. We spent most of last night on the phone, him…

I’ve started talking to someone new. I really quite like him, so you know there’s going to be something wrong with him soon. Or he’ll just stop talking to me for what seems to be no good reason at all like so many of the rest have done before him. Shall we place our bets now? I need to think of a good name for him. I’ll get to it later. Let’s get to the specifics: he’s a few inches taller than me (tick), rides a really hot-lookin’ motorbike (tick),…