My fellow blogger, I come to you – in pretty good shape to be fair, all things considered. A lot of shit’s gone down over the last few years, hence the embarrassing gap between this post’s date and that of my last entry. In writing this blog’s exposing stories, I failed to disclose that, between … More All The Rage (Not!)
I’m horny as fuck. I haven’t had sex since June. It was with a 25-year-old Polish guy I’d been fucking around with for a few months, knowing full well he was an arsehole. (He’d spit on my pussy (gross) and sometime in my mouth (way gross!!) and call me a whore in Polish, which I … More I Need To Get Laid!!!!
That drug dealing Tony Montana wannabe cunt actually blocked me! Now I’m really pissed.
Ironically, it all started when I confessed that I feared chivalrous men were a dying breed. I saw G was online on skype and thought I would engage him. The last skype conversation we had, it was one of the best I’ve had with him. I wasn’t sexually attracted to him – felt completely platonic and … More The Nerve Of That Fucking Drug Dealing Tony Montana Wannabe Cunt
I’ve had a few glasses of rosé and watched some bad TV all day – but amongst the inertia, an epiphany has occurred. Yay! For whatever reason (probably the rosé…), I’ve started thinking about the Frenchman. I even did that dumb thing of looking at his Facebook page, just for a quick scroll and blub. He kept … More The ‘Relationship Accountant’
I was getting ready for a date with a guy I’d met on the same dating site when I got a message on the site’s app. I recognised the real name among the username garble and was intrigued. “Oh my gosh, do my eyes deceive me? Is that really you Xxxxx?” it read. “It’s Dan from … More I’m Never Making A Saturday Date Again: Part 2
It’s been a while since I’ve written. I’ve nothing to blame for this except laziness in all honesty. But right now, I’m so angry and fed up, I need to vent to something. It all started three weeks ago. A Saturday. It was raining and freezing and it took everything in me to get out … More I’m Never Making A Saturday Date Again: Part 1
I realised it a week ago, much to my chagrin. G and I had previously fallen out over semantics pertaining to emotions and feelings, namely mine. After several months of unprotected sex (I never even did this with Cock Face – who, by the way, needs a new name, seeing as I no longer wish him … More I’m Infatuated With A Drug Dealing Artist