Mirror time

Guy from the last date is off on holiday, so I'm here 'on my tod'. It's OK. It gives me time to reflect. Yes, I like him, but do I want to start dating someone just yet? Not so sure.

Repost after deletion - Younger Guys

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Younger Men

I went away this week to London to see a comedian. I went with a guy who I know from a job. I went with a guy who I didn't know particularly well. I went to London with him where we stayed in a hotel together.

It was all very civilised meeting up and getting the coach down. We discussed work and music and other topics that are just fine and perfectly appropriate for two adults to discuss. Well done me! This was a guy that I wasn't jumping onto like Boris Johnson jumping onto an electric bike!

Spoke too soon.

The hotel was lovely, very contemporary with nice blinds. What can I say? I like decorating. I'm currently in the market for blinds for my new house. Not sure whether to get them or curtains. Decisions!

As soon as the porter left us, this male 'friend' walked over and kissed me. Erm, OK. I wasn't expecting that. I'm sure you can figure out what happened then. Unfortunately, there was little foreplay. Important note to any guys reading this - foreplay is important. Spend time doing it. We're like a queue for a rollercoaster; we like the tease and anticipation of what's to come, ahem, and it prepares us for the ride.

The whole thing lasted 5 minutes. Don't get me wrong. I like a quickie, but that was like a bolt of lightening. Actually, that's being a bit nice. Not so much a bolt of lightening, but more of a spark when you touch a the car door. Disappointed.

This guy, who will now be Young Guy is, well, younger than me. He's the first guy who I've been with who is not my age or older. He's not a child. Just 2 and a half years younger than me. And now I know why I prefer the older male: experience. I imagined that as he was younger that he would be a bit more energetic. Well, get this guy a Red Bull because he needs it.

Maybe, sex at his age his just about sex, or as Ross Gellar calls it 'the physical act of love'. I don't think that he understands passion, which is the heart of my life at the moment. Life should be about passion whether it's a career path, hobby, or sex. It all seemed like washing the dishes, or doing the laundry. I've had enough of chore sex. It happened towards the end of my long term relationship. Sex shouldn't be something that happens with a schedule and with no passion. That's boring and not who I am whatsoever.

We continued the day with sightseeing and it was all very civil again. We got some food, went back to the hotel and got ready, saw the performance, and then made our way back to the hotel. There we sat on the sofa in our room and he started stroking my leg. Not wanting to go down the same less than mediocre route from earlier in the day, I got up and decided to put my pjs on and get ready for bed. So, on went my Mickey Mouse pjs and off came my make up. Not sexy at all now. This should put him off, right? Wrong.

We got into bed, I said goodnight and curled up. Then he curled up behind me. Awkward. Then he started stroking my leg again. And he started kissing my neck. Now, this is the thing that I really love. He's found my weakness. And he was good at it. No slobbering like a dog.

Foreplay part 2 was much better and lasted a good hour or so. But again, there was no passion. No connection with one another. Also, I think he thought that I was a fragile doll and was very gentle with me. It was, what I imagine my wedding night to be like. Screw that! We're in a hotel, we've been drinking. I'd like something rougher please! 50 Shades has nothing on me, and he's more like a Mr Men book - safe and predictable. Guess what Mr Happy is like. Happy.

It was coming up that sex was on the cards. And that's when he said something that changed it. He didn't like to use condoms and it puts him off. That's when I told him that I wouldn't have sex without one. No STDs or babies for me thank you! So, we stopped.

The next morning he woke me up by spooning me. I looked at the time. It's 7am, and the alarm is set for 8.30. In my subtle style I tell him to go back to his side of the bed and leave me to sleep. No one messes with my sleep!

Thirty minutes later, he's back cuddling me. I get up and get ready for day 2 of sightseeing. I'm not interested. The day was a normal day of sightseeing. We went to the Damien Hirst exhibition which was fantastic. Very impressed.

Then on the coach on the way home he decided to stroke my leg again. At this point I really don't know how to react. What does he want from me? I think stroking a leg like that was a bit boyfriend/girlfriend. It was affectionate, not what happens in London, stays in London.

I decide that the best way to get him off my back is to tell him about what's going on in my life at the moment. I'm not after flowers, I'm after a good fuck! Sorry, that sounds so crude. I did question myself to a friend and asked what's wrong with me. The reply was that I'm making up for lost time.

I told him about me seeing guys, and his hand moved away from my leg straight away. Success. He looked at me in a strange way, almost as though if I had said that I loved slavery and black people should still work for the whiteys.

From looking at his expression, I questioned myself again. Looking back on my blogs I have been seeing quie a few people, haven't I? Am I a slag? I remember what my friend has said about making up for lost time, and I feel a little better. I try and convince myself by thinking about the people who I have slept with. My number is well below double figures, and I've never met a guy in a club/bar and had a one night stand. I've always known the guy for a while and then it turns into something. Younger Guy is a bit of an exception as we barely knew each other beforehand, but we still did know to an extent. And with each guy, apart from this one, there has ALWAYS been passion. There's that word again. So, it's not like I'm doing it for the sake of doing it.

We discussed where I was, and what's going on with him. I ended up giving him relationship and sex advice. And just like that our relationship changed. We had, within 48 hours, started off as work colleagues, awkward sex partners, tourists, nearly sex partners again, tourists, and then friends who can openly discuss sex. Like I said to him, sex is just sex. It's natural and shouldn't be taboo. I'm finding that that I don't mind discussing it anymore now that I'm single. It was already quite Sex and the City before in regards to talking with a few of my girlfriends, but now I know that it shouldn't be a subject that is locked away and only comes out with cocktails. How very liberal of me!

Roulette and wine

Well, what can I say? There I was saying that I wanted to be single and I enjoyed seeing different guys. Nothing special. I just wanted to have fun.

I should explain. Last night I had an amazing night with a guy who's a friend of a friend. I was a bit dubious about the whole thing at the start, but really glad I did it. No, I didn't have explosive sex, but I did go on a very lovely date. It's probably the best first date that I've ever been on.

This guy is my age, and is a heating engineer. He dresses well and enjoys fashion. He even owns some Westwood. No Primark for him. We met about a month ago when I was out drinking with a friend and he was in the same bar. I didn't really think much of it at the time, even though he had told my friend that he liked me. Saying that we did end up kissing. Just some harmless flirting and some clean conversations via twitter.

Apart from a few things such as liking a football team that are scum, some music taste and that he owns a onesie, he comes across as quite sweet. My friend keeps telling me that he's a good guy, so we arrange a date.

We decide on the Mailbox and say that we'll meet at the front at 8. So, what should I wear? I opt for a pretty dress and heels. I'm on time getting ready. Bravo me. DRAMA! I cant find my handbag that would look really cute with the dress. After spending 10 minutes searching for it, I opt for another one. I'm still on time. Phew!

I'm about to get a lift into King's Heath where I'll jump, not literally, on a bus. However, as soon as I walk out of the house I notice that my brand new tights have make up on them. I rush back into the house and change them. Crisis averted.

I make it onto the bus where I cross my legs. I look down and see a ladder in my tights. Why do bad things happen to good people? There's no way that I could possibly go on a date with a ladder in my tights. What's the time? It's 7.57 as I get off the bus. I'm really not going to make it to the Mailbox for 8, especially as I decide to run to New Look and purchase some new tights. They're locking the door as I approach, but show mercy on me and let me in. £2.99 and a trip to the toilets on the theird floor of the Bullring later, I send him a message saying that I'm running late. Thankfully he is too, and I meet him at New Street station.

We walk to the Mailbox, and we're having the normal first date chat. We discuss our mutual friend, and how he's jealous of my holidays that I get through work. Our table for Strada is booked for 9, so we go to a bar and get a drink. I get a large glass of white wine that he refuses to let me pay for. So far I like!

We head to Strada and I'm already feeling a little tipsy. I must compose myself. I knew I shouldn't have ordered the wine. The waitress comes over and asks what I would like to drink. Wine please. There I go again.

Along with my mushroom risotto, I also enjoyed talking to him. It wasn't like the other dates I've been on. We had so many of the 'and me too' moments in our discussions that I was thinking at the time that I quite like this guy. He paid for the meal. Actually, I did it for him; he needed the bathroom and gave me his pin number. Very trusting of him, especially as he said how an ex got a lot of money from him.

We head to another place in and two white wines later we discuss gambling. I have a little problem when it comes to roulette. The problem is that I'm awful with the game and I've lost quite a bit of money from it, yet I find myself loving it. He enjoys roulette too and is off to Vegas next week, so in my completely drunken state I say that we should go to a casino. Part of this is because I love casinos, and also because it was one of those dates where you just don't want it to end and time doesn't exist in casinos, just flashing lights and racing hearts.

Yet again he buys me another wine, and I get out £50 to bet. I was up for a while and then I was down. However, he was up and left the table when he was up. Clever guy.

We're both out and leave the casino at 5am. We get a black cab and we just couldn't keep our hands off each other. I've kissed a lot of guys since my young days in Ramshackles, and I have to say (there's a gun to my head) that he's a bloody good kisser. I'm finding myself writing this just smiling and thinking about when I can kiss those lips again.

I wake up this morning with a smile on my face and a sore head. My sore head disappeared throughout the day, but the smile has remained.

25 words

So, I went around to the tattoo guy's house. 1 word with 5 syllables - animalistic. We'll be seeing each other again as soon as possible.

Bits and Bobs

Sorry that it's all been a bit quiet lately. Nothing too thrilling going on. At the moment it's all about second dates. Pilot Guy and Science Guy have asked me to go on second dates, so tomorrow I'm seeing Science Guy. We're off to get tapas. Now, I know what you're thinking. Why am I going on a date with him when I wasn't overly fussed last time? In all honesty, I think I'm bored. And I'd like to give him a second chance. I'm on Skype with him right now and he's having a bean salad. Little does he know that I'm writing this about him. Poor sod. 

I did go out with a male friend on Monday. I know him from school. We had a tiny thing when we were in college, and as he was known throughout the years as The Hottest Guy in the School, people applauded me when they found out. Even the cow who bullied me in year 7 said ‘well done’ for getting with him. We met up, he paid for a taxi to get across the city to my favourite restaurant. We had a lovely meal and catch up. He really is a darling! And then we went to the cinema and watched the Amazing Spiderman. And in all honesty, I don’t think the film lived up to its name. There was a Spiderman, alas, he was not amazing.

I don’t think you really understand how hot this guy is. I spoke to my best friend the following day and just giggled down the phone to her. I mean, he’s hot on his Facebook, but oh my gosh, in person this guy could be a model. And he gives really lovely cuddles. Giggle, giggle, giggle and so on and so forth.

So, who else is there? Oh guess who made a return today! That’s right – Lawyer Guy! He’s back in the city for a wedding and last minute this afternoon before he returns to the Lawyer Land of Cardiff, we decided to go to the cinema. On the way there conversation was once again polite. However, on the way back he decided to bring up his ex. Again. He started it by saying ‘I really like spending time with you *insert name here* and I think you’re really gorgeous and intelligent, but I thought that me and *insert ex’s name here* would get back together’. 

So…your point is what exactly? 

He even asked me for my advice. It seems that she has moved on and he’s too scared to start over again as a single man. I told him he needed to speak to her and blah blah blah. Why is he asking me for advice? 

He dropped me off, and I left the car without a kiss or a cuddle, but did tell him to call me if he wanted to speak. I am now an agony aunt which has pretty much been my role throughout my life with friends. I don’t mind it, but I don’t like it when he feels the need to say I’m this and I’m that. It will not break my heart if he’s not interested in me. You do not have to flatter me. I think that this man is just highly confused anyway. Nothing he said made much sense and he wasn’t really succinct. 

There is a new guy on the horizon…

NEW GUY ALERT! NEW GUY ALERT! NEW GUY ALERT! 

He used to work in a shop close to where my mother works and so I know him like that. We started with messages on Facebook, and now it’s turned into extremely naughty text messages. And I don’t mean leaving the milk out of the fridge overnight. Although, there’s nothing worse than warm milk. Eurgh!

The problem with this guy – Tattoo Guy – is that I know that he’s a complete and utter player. I don’t want to be just another notch on his bedpost. Hmm, where did that saying come from? 

(Looking for the origin of the phrase)

Well, I can’t find that. Anyway, I digress.

I’m really not that kind of girl. I’m really lovely. And modest too. But I don’t want him to think of me like that, which he will because that’s what he’s like. But then again, I mentioned to someone on Facebook about what he’s like reputation wise, and it was pointed out that it’s not such a bad thing.

Maybe that’s what I need. I just need a really good fuck buddy. How very American! He has offered his services and I shall be meeting him at some point this week. Not quite sure if it’ll be at his or not.

Apologies for this blog. It’s all a bit messy and unstructured, and it’s a bit of a catch up blog as I’ve not been online for a while.

Let’s see where this week takes us!

Also, this song reminds me so much of Maths Boy. Enjoy!