My dating & sex life in very graphic detail | 18+
Friends, I’ve got an embarrassing story to tell you, and it resulted in… well, that the title says: I hid in an alleyway. It all started yesterday, when I got a text, totally out of the blue, from Number 5: The Fireman.
Read MoreWell, 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…
Read MoreOn 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…
Read MoreSomething happened last night with The Fireman. We were chatting as we seem to do these days and it wasn’t long before we were reminiscing about old times… But not the good times, oh no. The bad times; the really, really bad times. It started innocently enough – we were talking about what we would do if we had an endless supply of cash and we both come up with the idea of travelling. He’d take me on the boat he was going to buy, but only if I behave.…
Read MoreSo, yeah, I went on that date with The Fireman. Yep, that’s right. I went on a date with a man I broke up with over ten years ago. I’ll never learn from my mistakes will I? In my defence it wasn’t really a date. He’d told me he wanted to start a business and needed a helping hand with some of the website-y stuff. That’s my thing isn’t it? Words and websites? I agreed to meet him – he would pick me up at 4pm, take me for dinner…
Read MoreCONTENT WARNING: details of domestic violence. Did I ever tell you about the time I got punched in the face by a fireman? No? Perhaps I should seeing as we’ve been talking a lot recently. And there was that whole fake date thing we had. Let me set the scene. We were about 18/19. It was just before I met The Hubby and my life changed forever. The Fireman and I had been broken up for about a year and so much stuff had happened, it just came to a head…
Read MoreNot content with The Director and Plan B vying for my attentions, I decided I needed to make things even more complicated. Despite our last ‘date’ being so terribly shocking, I have decided to go on a ‘second date’ with The Fireman. That’s right. I’m that dumb. I think I just get myself in these situations where I find it really difficult to say no to stuff. If someone asks me something via text message or email, I can say no because I have the time to compose myself and…
Read MoreI was young and dumb when I met Number 5, The Fireman. He was young and dumb too, but somehow, I always looked even younger and dumber compared to him. He both intrigued and intimidated me from the first moment we met, full of ideas and plans to “take over the world.”
Read MoreI try not to have regrets, but one of the biggest regrets of my life is that time I cheated on The Fireman. It was a terrible move, done for reasons I can’t explain, and it started the downfall of a relationship that I actually wanted to last forever. How it started Fireman and I been together for around eight or nine months when Goth Boy sent me a text message, totally out of the blue. “Hey, I’m home for the weekend. Fancy a drink and a catch up?” I…
Read MoreA few nights after The Fireman found out that I’d cheated on him with Goth Boy, he arrived on my doorstep in the middle of the night, drunk out of his mind. He almost woke up the whole street as he banged on the door and yelled at the top of his lungs. One of the neighbours called the police on him, and he eventually left. I’m guessing he spent the night in the drunk tank; though, I never asked.
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