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So, I tried to be cool about the fact Jock blew me out to hang out with his guy friend, but it is pissing me off. I’m not cool about it. I’m immensely pissed off and I don’t feel like I can talk to him about it because there’s a chance I’m being unreasonable. I hate the fact that I’m annoyed right now. Annoyed about a man choosing to hang out with his boy-friends over me. I’m not that girl anymore. I might’ve been that girl once upon a time,…
Read MoreI think something weird is happening to me, people. One of my co-workers is pregnant and I’m feeling a bit … weird. This isn’t the first time that a co-worker or friend has been pregnant around me, but I have a habit of upping and leaving halfway through pregnancies. I’ve done it with virtually all of my ‘best’ female friends over the years. Completely by accident, obviously, but still, I’ve never stuck around for a full pregnancy. I was 18 when I first experienced a friend being pregnant around me.…
Read MoreSo, you know I spent those two wonderful days with Jock? Our first two-day sleepover? [How to Make Her Love You in 69 Days & Maybe the Key to Great Sex Is …] Well, it was awesome and stuff, but there’s a part of it I haven’t told you about yet. Technically, I think we had our first fight. We were at the seaside, because you know how much this bitch loves the seaside. I was taking a photo of us, a cute one, and he ruined it by shoving…
Read MoreI just got home from work and, annoyingly, I miss my boyfriend already. Sigh. It’s been less than 24 hours since I said goodbye to the guy and I’m just sat here, sad, missing him. I don’t miss him a little bit, either … I miss him a lot. We’ve barely spoken today. Things were a bit weird when he dropped me home last night if I’m being honest about it. There were no long smooches before I got out, no holding hands, no telling each other that we couldn’t…
Read MoreDo you remember me telling you about the two days that Jock and I were due to spend together? [Wicked Games] Well, we spent those two days together, and it was actually really bloody lovely. I know what you’re wondering: Did he say the L-word? Nope. No, he did not. It’s quite ironic, really. First, all I could think about was saying it to him, but then I got over that and got a grip of myself. Next came his almost-L-word in virtually every conversation we had, which initially sent…
Read MoreI think Jock might be playing games with me, and I don’t like it all that much. It started with the whole, “I’ve to something to tell you but I don’t want to tell you over the phone” business, and then there’s been little hints here and there, but still, here we are, L-word-less, but he’s still flipping hinting. It’s like he wants me to think that he’s going to say it, but doesn’t actually have any intention of saying it. Am I just fooling myself here? Could it be…
Read MoreSo, Jock dropped me off last night and things were weird for a bit longer. Me being me, I’ve been overthinking the shit out of it and I *think* I might’ve figured out what’s going on. [Last post > Shooting Stars & Sex in Cars] Earlier in the day, not long after he picked me up, Jock said this to me: “I’ve got something I need to tell you but I don’t want to tell you now. I’ll tell you later.” I really fucking hate it when people do that…
Read MoreAh … August 9th. You might not remember August 9th, but I do. It’s a date I don’t think I’ll forget about in a hurry; one that brings a very cheeky blush to my face as I remember the things I was doing last year. Or, rather, the person I was doing last year: My Mr. Grey. If you haven’t yet read Warning! Explicit Content!, you might want to read it now. It’s proper NSFW, by the way. I sent him a Facebook post as soon as I awoke and…
Read MoreCasually, out of nowhere, on our last date, Jock dropped something quite huge into the conversation. “I think I need to tell my ex that I’m with you.” Lolz, wot? We’ve known each other for eight weeks. That’s it. It feels like everything is now moving at warped speed. We’re already throwing the L-word around like it’s a game of ping pong, now we’re rushing into telling the ex. Why? Why’s he gotta tell her already? Why does he need to tell her at all? He continued … “Next weekend,…
Read MoreSo … on Thursday night, I went out and got drunk. D-r-u-n-k. Blind, stinkin’ drunk. Me and a couple of my work colleagues had been invited to a training evening, but the training evening was actually an evening in a not-so-local pub, with a free bar. As you can probably imagine, it turned into less of a work event and more of a complete disaster the more the night went on … and the more the beer flowed. I had a fantastic night, flirting a little too much with the…
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