Dating The Asshole 

Meet Number 33: The Asshole

I don’t think I ever told you the story of The Asshole. I should come up with a decent name for him, really. Maybe one will come up? To be fair, ‘The Asshole” is probably about right. But yeah, this guy, Number 33, what a dick he was. To be fair, I didn’t make smart choices as far as he was concerned. Where do I even begin? The beginning seems a good place.  I was 18 years old, living with Bestie, single. Newly single, too. I’d dated The Fireman for…

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Dating Sex The Fake Italian The Hubby 

The Fake Italian – Meet Number 34

So Facebook tells me, the Fake Italian (Number 34) is now a newly married man with a couple of springer spaniels and a few horses. Six years ago, however, he was a horny, young soldier boy, and a pretty hot one at that. Not my type – thin, short (my height), too pretty. I prefer my men a bit gruffer around the edges. He was far too much of a pretty boy for me. It didn’t stop me sleeping with him, though. Not much would have stopped me that night…

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