Jock
Number: 45
Length: 1 year 5 months
If I had to describe this relationship in three words, I would say: fun, redneck, and stagnant.
In With the New?
I grabbed my phone, then tip-tapped and swiped until I’d found the Plenty of Fish app. As previously mentioned in ‘Out with the Old,’ I was done with it all, done with trying to find love, and done with putting myself through the torment that was online dating. But then, life does what life does best… and now, I think it’s in with the new.Allow…
The Tale of the 11-Hour First Date
I thought things with Jock might fizzle out after a few days of chit-chatting, but the exact opposite has happened. We haven’t stopped talking. The girl who didn’t have time for a relationship is now seemingly considering a relationship with a man that lives a 45-minute drive away… and now, she needs to ‘fess up and tell you the tale of the 11-hour first date.Yes,…
This is Not a Drill
Exactly 45-minutes after we’d said our goodbyes, which just so happens to be the exact length of his drive home, Jock sent me a text message that made my stomach somersault and my heart flutter.“I had the best night with you!”I told him the same. What I didn’t tell him, though, was how much I was thinking about fucking him. It’s a constant and steady…
Date Number Two with Jock
Things have been heating up between Jock and I at a pretty phenomenal rate. Text conversations have gone on well into the night and early morning, each message progressively filthier than the one before. By the time the big day came around, I basically couldn’t wait another moment longer for date number two with Jock – and what a date it was!But first, let’s backtrack…
Sex in a Tent
I’ll get the important stuff out the way nice and early for you: yes, I had sex in a tent with Jock. More than once. More than twice, in fact. We had our third date, had an incredible time, and now I’m basically in love with him.Exciting stuff, right?Now, shall we start at the beginning? Sorted “You go to work and don’t worry about a…
Third Date (Dick) Analysis
I don’t really know where to start here, but I can tell you one thing for absolute definite: I am most definitely wearing fuck-tinted spectacles as far as Jock is concerned. It’s time for the third date (dick) analysis, folks… and I don’t think it’s going to go quite as you think. The Mistake So… yeah, the morning after the night before things got a…
The Zoo
Jock and I had our fourth date, and just like a few others before it, this one also lasted longer than your average. Twenty-four hours, to be exact. And now, I’m in trouble. Big, serious trouble. Jock took me to the zoo… and now I think I love him.I don’t remember feeling like this with One Ball. I mean, yeah, I had my giggly moments,…
I Got Drunk and Punched Him
Oh, friends, I did a bad thing. A bad, bad, bad thing. I got drunk and punched him. Jock. I got drunk and punched the guy that I wanted to make my boyfriend. Why did I do that? What the fuck is wrong with me?
Will You Be My Girlfriend?
Folks, I need to talk to you about Jock and our sixth date. Calm down, though; nothing has gone wrong. Things are nicely smooth sailing in ways that usually precede a dramatic downfall, but let’s cross that bridge when we come to it, shall we? For now, I’d like to talk about the question he asked me: Will you be my girlfriend?
Love Eggs & Girlfriendship
My previous blog post had a rather spicy twist to it, but I know that not all of you are here for the smut. For those of you who are: I hope you enjoy the smutty version of this story as much as I enjoyed the love eggs featured in it. Wink.