So, what has been happening in my exciting life? A few things that I won't bore you with. That and I don't really want people I know to be reading this blog. In regards to that, I intend to make this blog very open and honest. An online diary if you will.
I am newly single after 8 years in a lovely relationship. Looking back, I know that he was a great guy. He did anything and everything I asked him to. He was romantic and extremely thoughtful. Why did I leave him? Well, it wasn't right for me at the time. I'm still fairly young, and I've always been in a relationship since I was around the age of 16. Whilst my friends were going out in their early twenties and having 'fuck buddies', I was making dinner and moaning at my ex who would take his contact lenses out whilst in bed and would continue to put them on the side and not in the bin. How very normal.
Don't get wrong. I'm not looking to go out and be a whore. In fact, I just want to be single. However, I have this thing where I like to be accepted and loved. I grew up in a very loving household. My parents would always give me cuddles and tell me that they loved me. So now that I've thrown that away with my ex, I feel desperate to get that back, even though I don't want it.
About 3 weeks after leaving my ex, I met Maths boy. A maths teacher who lives locally, owns John Rocha saucepans, is athletic and lives in a beautiful apartment in my favourite area of the city. We met on a night out, and hit it off. A fellow educator who had climbed the ranks very quickly in his young years.
I should have been impressed, right? I think you know what's coming. No, I wasn't. A people pleaser who laughed at my unfunny jokes (I even threw in some awful ones just to check) and was a very sloppy kisser to the point that half of my make up was removed after he slobbered on my face. Without being too graphic, this was also the case in the bedroom. I went there and will never go back.
At the same time, although completely disastrous (he decided to pick me up and push me to the wall in which he managed to bang my head and I had to sit down for a while as he fetched me a glass of water) it was still an accomplishment. My first encounter after an 8 year relationship. I wasn't particularly proud of it, but I was now a woman of the world. Well done me.
Being the sweetheart that I am, I decided to go on a couple more dates with him so he didn't blame his ability in the boudoir. Since then there have been a few texts including discussing plans for half term and me and my oh so busy schedule.
Let's move on to Highway Agency guy who has a hot tub (well, at his parents) and therefore should now be known as Hot Tub Guy. I worked with him at a pub when I was 18. We once kissed in his car then he told me straight away that he didn't really want to see me again. Oh, thanks for that! He has recently split from his fiancé of 8 years and asked me to go out for a drink, as a friend. Now, I'm always dubious when male friends feel the need to add 'as a friend'. As I have numerous male friends, you always know that when they say 'as a friend' they actually mean go on a date.
On a very mediocre evening out with some ex-colleagues, I became bored. What's this? A text message from Hot Tub Guy? Of course I'll meet you for a drink up town. A taxi ride later I walk into a bar in town to see a guy who I went to college with you has dreadlocks. A brilliant and extremely bright individual who I really got on with and who I tend to see in the local pub every Christmas eve. A lovely surprise that he is really good friends with Hot Tub Guy. The three of us and a few others continued on to a heavy metal evening in which I was wearing inappropriate clothing for.
Dreadlock Guy and I were sitting down for a while where he tried to kiss me. I moved away and laughed thinking that it was a joke. It wasn't as he continued to try. Scared of losing an old friend I decided to make this into a joke. Knowing that he had tried a bit too hard and that I wasn't interested, he apologised and continued to tell me that Hot Tub Guy liked me. Impressed that I had 2 guys interested, I felt humbled and quite embarrassed. I wasn't used to this. I was used to putting used contact lenses in the bin.
Dreadlock Guy left the club with his tail between his legs as I continued to speak to Hot Tub Guy. Leaving the club at 5am in a taxi with him, he dropped me off home and then text me saying that he regretted not kissing me at the end of the night/early morning. Bless him. That's quite nice.
He asked me to his parents’ house as they were away. Now, although I still live with my parents, I don't like that he still lives with his. He's a couple of years older than me and so I think he should really have his own place by now.
The weather was lovely, and he asked me to bring my bikini. I did, and we ended up in the hot tub after a lovely dinner. We did not have sex, but lots of kissing. I felt as though I was 16 again. I think that was the last time that I had kissed someone for that long.
A few dates later and I feel that I have to have sex with him. He's a nice guy and all, but I am picky. And as I said before, I don't want to whore around. For God's sake, I don't even want to see anyone!
We've said that due to our recent long term relationships we just want 'fun'. For me this consists of bowling, eating, and reading. We have been eating, but that's it. The issue with Hot Tub Guy is that he keeps asking me when I'm free again, constant messages on BlackBerry Messenger, text messages, and liking and commenting on my Facebook status updates. This, I dislike.
This is not 'fun'. Let's move on to Lawyer Guy. My mother's ex-colleague, I met him on a night out. He showed interest in me then, but I was in a relationship then and brushed it aside. He was at university and that was the last I had heard from him. A few years down he sent me a friend request on Facebook. The odd message here and there asking how life is going was pretty much how our virtual friendship continued.
That was until I needed to get rid of an extra gig ticket. Who would take this ticket from me? After texting everyone in my phone book, I decided to ask Lawyer Guy. He lives in Cardiff now, but has a wedding in the Midlands on that weekend and he has now accepted.
He's recently single, and I did genuinely ask him 'as a friend'. But since he's been flirting with me. We even spoke on the phone and had an in depth conversation about the world. This is the first guy since The Ex to actually talk to me. As you can see from the length of this blog, I like to talk, but he was talking back. A conversation!
We have the gig this weekend, so we shall see how that goes. Sex and the City made this all look so much more glamorous than it actually is. It's all lies.
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