On my quest to diversify how I meet men, I signed up for Cosmo Dating and what's the worse that could happen really??
Beyond the fact that all the black men on there were scary looking (and I mean stalker, could kidnap you kinda scary)! So when one of them sent me an email I ignored it at first, then he sent another email and I thought shame, he must really want to meet me. We started talking via email and he sounded sane and wouldn't want to kidnap me. We exchanged numbers and he called me - at 7am!! I don't like anyone that early!!
And he then proceeded to tell me he has been in two accidents and is now bed ridden because his body was broken into pieces and then he got shot in one of the legs - I was so confused. And needless to say, I never spoke to him again. This was about a year ago, and last week he sends me a whatsapp!!! Like WTF!!!! Why not call, so I continued to ignore him and he has continued to stalk me - arrgh!! Block him!!!
Sunday, 21 July 2013
Friday, 19 July 2013
Wine drenched questions
Met up with Dr Jackhammer again, just to see if what I have always said was true - that bad sex is really a deal breaker. And there we were sitting, talking - mostly him talking about his work and how he loves it, blah blah blah. And as he jack hammered away at me, I just knew that this was the end.
I have always believed that human contact, no matter how rubbish and horrible it is, is good. But here I was, fighting back tears. I was not sure why I was feeling that way, but there I was naked with a man kissing my neck, smelling his cologne all over my body and I just wanted to get into the feotal position and rock myself to sleep. And today, it hit me why I felt that way.
I wanted my ex back. Dr Jackhammer reminded me of what I had with him, and the question was why it ended. And I remember him saying to me after one of our many break-ups "promiscuity ruined us". The anger overtook me as I reached for the bottle of wine, what he did to me was not promiscuity, he fucked someone else and then another.
I took him back again and again and in the midst also practiced some promiscuity on my account. And after every promiscuios act, we would call each other and proffess undying love for each other. And tonight, this cold June night, I was going to call him and say I miss him. I like my pills and he, my favourite drug, my Mr Wrong who knows how to touch me so right. Superman had kryptonite, I have Mr Wrong.
So my wine drenched heart asks me this tonight: is it possible to have amazing spine tingling, sweat on brow sex with someone who ticks the right boxes? A mature man who knows where he is going in his life and says and does the right things or is that guy going to jackhammer for 10 minutes because some girl who has had sex with two people told him it was the way to go? Or in the quest for good sex, do we have to settle for a Mr Wrong who calls his unfaithfulness promiscuity?
I have always believed that human contact, no matter how rubbish and horrible it is, is good. But here I was, fighting back tears. I was not sure why I was feeling that way, but there I was naked with a man kissing my neck, smelling his cologne all over my body and I just wanted to get into the feotal position and rock myself to sleep. And today, it hit me why I felt that way.
I wanted my ex back. Dr Jackhammer reminded me of what I had with him, and the question was why it ended. And I remember him saying to me after one of our many break-ups "promiscuity ruined us". The anger overtook me as I reached for the bottle of wine, what he did to me was not promiscuity, he fucked someone else and then another.
I took him back again and again and in the midst also practiced some promiscuity on my account. And after every promiscuios act, we would call each other and proffess undying love for each other. And tonight, this cold June night, I was going to call him and say I miss him. I like my pills and he, my favourite drug, my Mr Wrong who knows how to touch me so right. Superman had kryptonite, I have Mr Wrong.
So my wine drenched heart asks me this tonight: is it possible to have amazing spine tingling, sweat on brow sex with someone who ticks the right boxes? A mature man who knows where he is going in his life and says and does the right things or is that guy going to jackhammer for 10 minutes because some girl who has had sex with two people told him it was the way to go? Or in the quest for good sex, do we have to settle for a Mr Wrong who calls his unfaithfulness promiscuity?
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