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Jock sent me a message. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Seriously? I start dating someone new, fuck it up, fix it, and then not one, but TWO head-fuck, heart-fuck exes come crawling out of the woodwork. You couldn’t make this shit up. I’m actually shaking my own head in disbelief right now and it’s MY story! I don’t really know why he sent me that message. I know that he broke up with his fiancée a while back so I imagine he’s single again. I also think the…
Read MoreHello, my name is NotSoSexintheCity and I am an asshole. Not only am I an asshole, but I also jump to conclusions and apparently don’t have a very good handle of modern technology. I need to tell you a story. May this story serve as not only entertainment and light afternoon reading, but also as a warning. Are you ready? Bestie: ”Hey, are you aware that your WhatsApp has been broken for like three days? Messages aren’t sending to you. I’m only getting one tick. Everyone else is getting my…
Read MoreHey Simon! I just wanted to say a little cheers for ghosting me when there was nothing wrong, completely out of the blue, when we were getting along just fine. That was definitely appreciated. I also wanted to make sure you DEFINITELY know I think you’re a bellend. (Not that you’ll ever read this.) I’m also quite glad that you’ve ghosted and blocked me. Or at least, I will be when I’m not quite so hopping mad about it. If you weren’t into me, you could have just said. In fact,…
Read MoreI’m think I’m doing that thing again. You know – where I click with a guy almost instantly and get carried away. We were chit-chatting and he was just another guy on Tinder I was talking to who’d likely disappear after a week or so, and the next minute he had my phone number, we were arranging our first date, and a week of chit-chatting had passed. And then I blew him out. He was sending me ‘good morning’ messages and I was telling him to be safe. He got…
Read MoreI left-swipe a lot. I can’t work out if I’m too picky, or if I’m one of those bitchy girls who’s bothered about the ‘superficial’ stuff like having all your own teeth, or not being so big you probably couldn’t leave the house. Oh, or not being so thin it looks like I could snap you like a twig. Hey, I might be a size-ist superficial bitch but I’m not in the least bit bothered about how much he earns or what he does for a living. *I admitted I…
Read MoreI should really tell you the story about what happened between Courier Guy and I. For those who don’t follow me on Twitter, I received the “I’m sorry, but it’s not going to work,” text that I knew one of us would need to send eventually. To be honest, I’m glad he did it for me. It’s not that he wasn’t a nice guy, he just wasn’t the right guy for me. There wasn’t an immediate spark – I didn’t find myself running to my phone hoping he’d text me,…
Read MoreOf all the ridiculous reasons I’ve ever been given for a crush / dating / relationship deal-breaker, flatulence has got to be one of them. He didn’t even use the word flatulence either — he said farting. He actually said: “My deal-breaker is farting. I can’t stand it. If a girl ever did that in front of me, I’d be disgusted.” Wow. This has bugged me for a while and I wasn’t going to write about it because I thought perhaps I’d overreacted. He was a little cutie, a guy…
Read MoreIt’s taken me a few days to write this blog post which I’m assuming isn’t a great thing. I can’t usually wait to write up exciting events such as first dates but this time, I didn’t want to shout about it. I don’t really know why. It wasn’t a bad date. In fact, it was a pretty good date. I just don’t know how I feel about it. Or about him. Courier Guy was every bit as tall as he said he was, his 6-foot-something towering over my little 5-foot-3…
Read MoreI read somewhere that you learn something from every person who comes into your life and then leaves. I guess that’s what life is all about really, a learning curve. Making mistakes, trying to learn from them, moving on and becoming older, wiser, smarter. I’ve been thinking about the decisions I’ve made in my life and whether or not I’ve learned from them. Whether I’ve learned anything at all from the men I’ve dated, loved, and split from. Ten days later, ten days without ANY communication from Brown Eyes, I…
Read MoreThe back-story: Day Seven. (Just in case you haven’t already read it.) He’s not looking for me. He’s not in love with me. He’s in love with the idea of me, of someone who’ll do as she’s told, suck his dick, and look cute in public. I thought he was a little Dom-ish for a while. I think maybe he’s just a 42 year old man-brat. He doesn’t want to dominate, he wants control, total control, using whatever means necessary. Either way, I’m not the plaything he’s looking for. He…
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