Dating The Fireman The Postman 

Strange Dream About You Last Night… Meet Number 18

On the last day of 2014, I put a post up on my Facebook wishing everyone the best for 2015 and saying good riddance to the shitty year that was coming to an end. I briefly mentioned getting my heart broken again, which appears to have been a massive mistake; at least five of them have bizarrely popped up into my life again. “Strange dream about you last night, nothing sexual (a kiss) but you had a baby strapped to your chest?!?!?! Lol! How are you? x” That’s what I…

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I Went On A Date With The Fireman.

Well, I’m pretty sure the title says it all, don’t you? Date is probably too strong a word but to be honest, it wasn’t far off. It was awkward, cute, and actually quite a lot of fun. And not, it didn’t lead to a kiss at the end of the night. Don’t worry. Jock has nothing to worry about. I had been bowling with the guys from work when I got his message. “Free for that drink tonight?” Fuck it, I thought. Why not. I’ve already had a couple. Might…

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Dating Jock My Mr. Grey The Fireman 

Coming At Me From All Angles.

I have literally got guys coming at me from all sorts of angles. It’s ridiculous. When the fuck did this happen to me? Utterly fucking ridiculous. I spent a beautiful night with Jock last night. Granted he turned up 12 hours later than he should have done, but he was exhausted and probably would have died, asleep at the wheel if he hadn’t gone home and then fallen asleep. Whatever, we got the night together and it was pretty fantastic. We fell asleep watching The Purge Anarchy, after a picnic…

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TNT – The Longer You Leave It, The More Volatile It Gets.

“What if a chat with the ex is like TNT? The longer you leave it, the worse it gets… The more volatile it ends up being?” That’s quite the sentence, isn’t it? Remember I was talking about Number 4 – The Fireman recently? Well, he has very elegantly popped back into my life again. Why does this shit KEEP happening to me? Honestly, it’s ridiculous. It’s like a merry-go-round of men in my life. I’m such a whore. It started with a lighthearted chat that soon lead to the information…

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Dating Sex The Fireman 

Introducing Number 4 – The Fireman…

I mention Number 4 – The Fireman in my last post – The Girl I Can’t Forget. I feel that its only fair I talk about him. He was my boyfriend for a year or two, I can never remember. I think we were ‘actually’ dating for a year, but we were doing a lot more for a lot longer – more like two years. At the time I thought he was the love of my life but when I see him now, I know I had a lucky escape.…

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Big Love Dating Life The Fireman The Hubby 

Tell Me What You See, When You Look at Me

I found myself watching some TV show about women and the way they see their bodies, and it got me to thinking. How do you feel about your body? Are you happy with it? Are there things that you’d like to change? How far would you go to change them? It’s funny, the relationship we have with our bodies, isn’t it? We’re stuck with them until the day we die but still, something about them still drives us to despair. I have the worst view of me/my body. I’ve been…

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Dating The Fireman 

So, I Got Turned Down

Yesterday, I got a text totally out of the blue. It was from Number 5, also known as The Fireman, who I first introduced (briefly) to you in WHEN WAS YOUR FIRST TIME … ? (PART FOUR: HEARTBREAK). “I live just around the corner from you now and I’m at a loose end tonight. Would you like to come round for a drink? See my new pad?” Yes, of course I did. The Fireman has a huge cock (probably too big, to be honest) and he knew how to use…

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Dating The Fireman The Tie-Me-Up Guy 

When Was Your First Time … ? (Part Four: Heartbreak)

Yep, still carrying on with those firsts again. Carrying on from the kissing and sex stuff in Part One, and the first loves in Part Two, and my first great love in Part Three, I’m now moving on to heartbreak. Oh, the heartbreak!   MY FIRST HEARTBREAK I’ll never forget the first my heart broke over a boy, but it wasn’t actually a boy’s actions that caused the heartbreak … it was my own. It was nothing particularly big or spectacular, but I remember it plain as day, as though…

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