So my last entry was about London boy, and our date.
We were due to meet up on sunday, however on the sunday morning he called me to say he was staying in london another night and would it be ok if we reschedule for later in the week. He wanted friday.
I wasn't sure what kind of work i was going to be doing that week, as i am a singer and we were rehearsing a lot that week. So i asked if i could let him know once i had spoken to my band.
So on the Monday He text me to see if i had decided what day i could do, i told him that friday would be fine, and i would love to see him.
And then nothing. No texts, or calls. He has been on FB chat a few times, but no word at all.
Boys confuse me. The only problem is, i have never and will never chase a boy.
NEXT!!!!!!
Wednesday 27 July 2011
Saturday 16 July 2011
London Boy
London boy and i are again Facebook friends. (See a theme here) We have been flirting over facebook for a few weeks, i give him my number. Then i don't hear from him.
About a week later, my phone starts ringing, its a mobile number that i don't know. I don't normally answer, but for some reason i did on this occasion.
It was London Boy. He apologised for not calling straight away, but he had to go to London at short notice.
We talk for around half an hour, he is lovely. Has an accent that is lush. Used to be an investment banker, but couldn't deal with the hours, so moved up the country to work for a charity, with children! nice!
We agree to go out the following Thursday for a drink.
Thursday arrives and we have made plans to meet at a local pub, i arrive at the pub first (I have OCD about time keeping) whilst I'm getting my self a drink, in he walks.
He is short. It's not too much of a problem, but i am 5ft. On this day i had heels on, and we were about the same height. Damn!
However he is cute, and I'm not a shallow person, i get over it. We take a seat outside, and honestly he is lovely. We talk none stop, he is funny, he is smart. He can string a sentence together. Plus did i mention he is cute.
We both finish our drinks, and I'm thinking maybe he is going to get to the bar for some more. He doesn't seem to want to leave. I'm still sitting there one hour later without another drink. I'm confused
At this point I'm thinking maybe he isn't feeling it, as otherwise he would have got another drink right?
Anyway, about 10pm arrives, and he advises he has to get up early in the morning. I translate that to I'm not really interested. Which is fine, if we don't fit, we don't fit.
He walks me to my car, I go in for the kiss on the cheek, and advise it is nice to meet him. It's at this point he grabs my face (softly) and goes in for a full on kiss.
Mmhhh now he is a good kisser! This is how you kiss a girl! soft but firm, dry, a little touch of tongue. His hands were in my hair at one point (Love that).
Very very good kisser.
I'm seeing him again this Sunday. He is a nice guy, and i will enjoy Sunday I'm sure, but he is 100% Mr right now.
About a week later, my phone starts ringing, its a mobile number that i don't know. I don't normally answer, but for some reason i did on this occasion.
It was London Boy. He apologised for not calling straight away, but he had to go to London at short notice.
We talk for around half an hour, he is lovely. Has an accent that is lush. Used to be an investment banker, but couldn't deal with the hours, so moved up the country to work for a charity, with children! nice!
We agree to go out the following Thursday for a drink.
Thursday arrives and we have made plans to meet at a local pub, i arrive at the pub first (I have OCD about time keeping) whilst I'm getting my self a drink, in he walks.
He is short. It's not too much of a problem, but i am 5ft. On this day i had heels on, and we were about the same height. Damn!
However he is cute, and I'm not a shallow person, i get over it. We take a seat outside, and honestly he is lovely. We talk none stop, he is funny, he is smart. He can string a sentence together. Plus did i mention he is cute.
We both finish our drinks, and I'm thinking maybe he is going to get to the bar for some more. He doesn't seem to want to leave. I'm still sitting there one hour later without another drink. I'm confused
At this point I'm thinking maybe he isn't feeling it, as otherwise he would have got another drink right?
Anyway, about 10pm arrives, and he advises he has to get up early in the morning. I translate that to I'm not really interested. Which is fine, if we don't fit, we don't fit.
He walks me to my car, I go in for the kiss on the cheek, and advise it is nice to meet him. It's at this point he grabs my face (softly) and goes in for a full on kiss.
Mmhhh now he is a good kisser! This is how you kiss a girl! soft but firm, dry, a little touch of tongue. His hands were in my hair at one point (Love that).
Very very good kisser.
I'm seeing him again this Sunday. He is a nice guy, and i will enjoy Sunday I'm sure, but he is 100% Mr right now.
The pretty Boy
The Pretty boy and i were facebook friends, but i have no idea how i know him. We have a few friends in common, so i figure it was a random add.
He was one of the boys that i had been flirting with since my split, I had held back from this one as he is way too pretty than what i would normally go for.
Perfect face, and well his body was ....there are no words.
However we exchanged numbers, and we agreed to meet on Thursday for dinner. We had orignally planned to go to nandos, for some of their delicious chicken, but he decided to change restaurants, as he fancied something hot.
He picked an indian restaurant in an area by him. I love indian food, so this wasn't an issue.
The day of the date comes, and honestly, i'm not really feeling it. I doubt that i am going to be attracted to him. I like people with character. He didn't seem to have any.
But as i had agreed to go, i thought it would be very rude to cancel at such short notice, plus i hadn't had a curry for ages, so why not.
He wanted to pick me up, which i wasn't crazy about, but i agreed to do. he arrived and i noticed that he didnt look as pretty as i had thought. Don't get me wrong. He was gorgeous, he could get any woman he wants. Seriously that good looking. But i was pleasantly surprised.
At this point in the story i should point out that the area of the UK i live in has a very thick accent. Some people grow out of it (like me) others don't. We kind of have our own language. People don't really understand what we are saying if we dont speak correctly. I do this when i am with my family, because thats how everyone speaks. I understand it. It's not an issue.
Pretty boys accent is really really thick. to the point where i am having to ask him to repeat himself as even i couldn't understand it. Come on! i speak the lingo! This is bad
On arrival at the restaurant, we wait for a table, he looks over the menu, and is probably asking me lots of questions, but i just smile and laugh, because i cannot understand a word of it!
He decides that he is going to go for the 5 courses for £10.00 offer. He tells me to do the same and order whatever i like as he will eat what i don't.
So i have the obligatory popadums and sauce. The Tandori chicken to start, followed by a chicken curry with Chips and a Naan Bread.
He has the popadum and sauce. Chicken Chat to start. Chicken tikki Madras. Tandori Chicken Madras. Boiled rice. Chips, and a cheese naan. In case you didnt read that right, thats enough food for 2 maybe even 3 people!
Whilst we are waiting for the food to start arriving, we start chatting. he is working on a building site for an agency. But he has to finish early on fridays so that he can go and sign on!
What!!!! Thats my taxes you are abusing!
I asked if he had been doing that long? his reply - 2 years!!!! This guy is proud of it! we are from different worlds, and i feel like giving him a lecture. Dickhead.
Our food arrives and honestly i was starving. But i couldn't eat it, It wasn't great. Chips were fine, but it's not hard to get those right.
He on the other hand is chowing down like a good un. It's at this point i realise he talks with his mouth full. Don't get me wrong, i assume when i'm at home i do this to. But i am sat right opposite this dude. I can see everything that is half chewed up in his mouth.
OH MY GOD!
We make small talk, i really don't want to encourage him to talk, as it makes me feel ill.
I try to eat as much of this food as i can, but i leave quite a lot of it. He on the other hand has eaten everything. He then proceeds to eat what i have left. Normally i have no problem with this, but really ? he has just eaten a massive amount of food!!
It's at this point, he picks up my Naan bread. I have only eaten the top part, so there is lots of it left. He picks the whole thing up with both hands, puts it in his mouth and rips off the rest, making a roaring noise at the same time!
I shit you not! My jaw hit the floor!
Once he has finished all of the food i had left he asks for the bill, I'm thinking thank god. He hasn't asked to move this date anywhere so i am hoping to go home at this point.
We leave the restaurant and walk the few steps to the car, its at this point he tells me that he is still hungry and would i mind if he swings by Mcdonalds on the way to drop me off?
By this time, I'm just laughing. I cannot stop laughing.
He orders himself a mcflurry (oreo)And eats it whilst driving me home. We pulls up outside my house. I thanked him for dinner, and told him it was nice to meet him. He tells me he will call me, and goes in for a kiss. All i can think about is all the food in his mouth when he was talking, so i turn my head and go for the kiss on the cheek. It works.
He text me an hour later telling me he had a great time, and he would love to see me again. I did reply as i like to be polite, but do not mention seeing him again.
It's taken me 3 weeks to get rid of him. In the end i had to just not reply to his texts, which i don't like to do. But my god no. Just no!
He is no longer my facebook friend.
He was one of the boys that i had been flirting with since my split, I had held back from this one as he is way too pretty than what i would normally go for.
Perfect face, and well his body was ....there are no words.
However we exchanged numbers, and we agreed to meet on Thursday for dinner. We had orignally planned to go to nandos, for some of their delicious chicken, but he decided to change restaurants, as he fancied something hot.
He picked an indian restaurant in an area by him. I love indian food, so this wasn't an issue.
The day of the date comes, and honestly, i'm not really feeling it. I doubt that i am going to be attracted to him. I like people with character. He didn't seem to have any.
But as i had agreed to go, i thought it would be very rude to cancel at such short notice, plus i hadn't had a curry for ages, so why not.
He wanted to pick me up, which i wasn't crazy about, but i agreed to do. he arrived and i noticed that he didnt look as pretty as i had thought. Don't get me wrong. He was gorgeous, he could get any woman he wants. Seriously that good looking. But i was pleasantly surprised.
At this point in the story i should point out that the area of the UK i live in has a very thick accent. Some people grow out of it (like me) others don't. We kind of have our own language. People don't really understand what we are saying if we dont speak correctly. I do this when i am with my family, because thats how everyone speaks. I understand it. It's not an issue.
Pretty boys accent is really really thick. to the point where i am having to ask him to repeat himself as even i couldn't understand it. Come on! i speak the lingo! This is bad
On arrival at the restaurant, we wait for a table, he looks over the menu, and is probably asking me lots of questions, but i just smile and laugh, because i cannot understand a word of it!
He decides that he is going to go for the 5 courses for £10.00 offer. He tells me to do the same and order whatever i like as he will eat what i don't.
So i have the obligatory popadums and sauce. The Tandori chicken to start, followed by a chicken curry with Chips and a Naan Bread.
He has the popadum and sauce. Chicken Chat to start. Chicken tikki Madras. Tandori Chicken Madras. Boiled rice. Chips, and a cheese naan. In case you didnt read that right, thats enough food for 2 maybe even 3 people!
Whilst we are waiting for the food to start arriving, we start chatting. he is working on a building site for an agency. But he has to finish early on fridays so that he can go and sign on!
What!!!! Thats my taxes you are abusing!
I asked if he had been doing that long? his reply - 2 years!!!! This guy is proud of it! we are from different worlds, and i feel like giving him a lecture. Dickhead.
Our food arrives and honestly i was starving. But i couldn't eat it, It wasn't great. Chips were fine, but it's not hard to get those right.
He on the other hand is chowing down like a good un. It's at this point i realise he talks with his mouth full. Don't get me wrong, i assume when i'm at home i do this to. But i am sat right opposite this dude. I can see everything that is half chewed up in his mouth.
OH MY GOD!
We make small talk, i really don't want to encourage him to talk, as it makes me feel ill.
I try to eat as much of this food as i can, but i leave quite a lot of it. He on the other hand has eaten everything. He then proceeds to eat what i have left. Normally i have no problem with this, but really ? he has just eaten a massive amount of food!!
It's at this point, he picks up my Naan bread. I have only eaten the top part, so there is lots of it left. He picks the whole thing up with both hands, puts it in his mouth and rips off the rest, making a roaring noise at the same time!
I shit you not! My jaw hit the floor!
Once he has finished all of the food i had left he asks for the bill, I'm thinking thank god. He hasn't asked to move this date anywhere so i am hoping to go home at this point.
We leave the restaurant and walk the few steps to the car, its at this point he tells me that he is still hungry and would i mind if he swings by Mcdonalds on the way to drop me off?
By this time, I'm just laughing. I cannot stop laughing.
He orders himself a mcflurry (oreo)And eats it whilst driving me home. We pulls up outside my house. I thanked him for dinner, and told him it was nice to meet him. He tells me he will call me, and goes in for a kiss. All i can think about is all the food in his mouth when he was talking, so i turn my head and go for the kiss on the cheek. It works.
He text me an hour later telling me he had a great time, and he would love to see me again. I did reply as i like to be polite, but do not mention seeing him again.
It's taken me 3 weeks to get rid of him. In the end i had to just not reply to his texts, which i don't like to do. But my god no. Just no!
He is no longer my facebook friend.
An old friend, should have stayed in the past!
After our date on Thursday, and the subsequent texting that had been going on between An old friend and I. It is fair to say i was excited to see him.
Its only fair i should point out right now, that i am not looking for a relationship, so i'm not concerned with the whole make a guy wait for 6 months before anything happens bollocks.
We had both made it quite clear what we would be looking to do. He was up for it. I was up for it. What could go wrong?!? Quite a lot actually!
Sunday night came around, and about an hour before i was due to start getting ready, i had a text from An old friend telling me that his daughter had been dropped on him at the last minute and he wouldn't be able to make it to my place tonight. Obviously i completely understood. He doesn't get much time with his Daughter so i understood. He asked if we could do the following day and as i wasn't at work, i figured sure why not. We arranged for him to come around my house in the afternoon.
So Monday arrives, and I'm a bundle of nervous and excitement. I take the time to make sure i look great head to toe. I wear something casual, because i am at home, and obviously don't want it to look like i have tried to hard.
As soon as he gets there, after we have exchanged hellos etc, we are kissing. Its all going very fast. Less than 5 minutes later its all over!
What!!!
He stays for another 4 hours. In that time he "won" twice.
I didn't win at all!
Epic fail
He was not worth putting up with those wet kisses. Bleh!
I won't be seeing him again.
Its only fair i should point out right now, that i am not looking for a relationship, so i'm not concerned with the whole make a guy wait for 6 months before anything happens bollocks.
We had both made it quite clear what we would be looking to do. He was up for it. I was up for it. What could go wrong?!? Quite a lot actually!
Sunday night came around, and about an hour before i was due to start getting ready, i had a text from An old friend telling me that his daughter had been dropped on him at the last minute and he wouldn't be able to make it to my place tonight. Obviously i completely understood. He doesn't get much time with his Daughter so i understood. He asked if we could do the following day and as i wasn't at work, i figured sure why not. We arranged for him to come around my house in the afternoon.
So Monday arrives, and I'm a bundle of nervous and excitement. I take the time to make sure i look great head to toe. I wear something casual, because i am at home, and obviously don't want it to look like i have tried to hard.
As soon as he gets there, after we have exchanged hellos etc, we are kissing. Its all going very fast. Less than 5 minutes later its all over!
What!!!
He stays for another 4 hours. In that time he "won" twice.
I didn't win at all!
Epic fail
He was not worth putting up with those wet kisses. Bleh!
I won't be seeing him again.
An old friend
It was a week after i had left my relationship. I was feeling very good about myself. Flirting with lots of different boys and generally having a great time.
Because i was single, i found myself spending more time on facebook, with the chat box open. This is something i didn't do when i was in a relationship.
Around this time i got speaking to an old friend that i hadn't actually seen for many years. I knew him when i was 14, we used to hang out in the same crowd, he was a nice kid back then, but not someone that i saw in anyway as a boy i would like to kiss. Plus i was "going steady" with his friend, so it never came up.
Fast forward 15 years or so - he is hot! I mean, really really hot. we exchanged numbers over facebook, and started texting. All the time.
It was at this point that i got over excited, he had his own business, he was gorgeous and clearly very into me. He asked me if i fancied going for a drink some time to "catch up" i agreed.
Fast forward to a week later, the day of the date. I was a nervous wreck. The dating thing is something i've never really done before, and just coming out of a long relationship i had no idea what to expect.
I fretted all day about what to wear, but i went for a casual approach. Jeans, heels, white tee and cardigan. We were only going to a local pub, so it needed to be casual, but not like i had just got out of bed.
My hair looked good, make up - great. I felt confident.
I arrived at the pub, just as i pulled in, i heard my phone alert me that i had a text message. It was An old friend telling me he was stuck in the city and wouldn't be able to make it!!! Great!
As i am staring at my phone, trying to come up with some kind of response, another text message came through from him: Joking. I will be there in 10!
Phew! i was about to go bat shit crazy. Luckily i have a great sense of humour and thought it was funny.
I decided to wait inside the pub and get me a drink. I get to the bar, order a beer. Just as i turn round i see him walk in, he is talking on his phone. He sees me and walks over, as he gets near me, he says down the phone "i have to go" and ends the call. Kisses me on the cheek and says hello.
Right at this moment i think.....There was no-one on the end of that call. Why would someone do that?. I don't get it.
Anyway, he gets a drink and we go sit at a table. The conversation goes well, we catch up on all the things that have happened to us over the years. Its going well.
The pub starts to get quite busy, and as It's a really warm night, we decide to take this outside.
At this point, all i can think about is kissing this boy. He really is lovely to look at. We are getting along well.
He takes a break in the conversation to get up to go to the bar and get more drinks. As he gets to his feet and picks up our glasses, he leans down and kisses me full on!
I'm gobsmacked! Obviously i kiss him back. Lovely, if not a little wet. I have to wipe my mouth when he had finished, but i put this down to the angle of the kiss, the quickness of it. I wasn't to grossed out at this point.
He returns to the table with more drinks and things start to get more and more flirty. Its at this point i realise, he has wet kisses.
Let me just say, he wasnt a bad kisser. I kissed him all night. He was aggressive when needed and soft when needed. But his tongue was really big* and well i hadn't kissed anyone for a very long time, so it was nice.
At some point in the night, we decided to go back into the pub as it was getting a little cold. More drinks and kissing went by. when i realised the pub was empty, save for us and the bartenders. We decided to take this outside, and engaged in what i can only describe as parking, and "made out" in my car for about an hour!
It was really great! I love kissing! love it!
At about 1.30am i said that i should get going as i had to be up for work in a few hours. We agreed to meet on Sunday for another snogfest ...and maybe more!
I got home feeling swollen around the lip area, but with a huge smile on my face.
Great night. Great date. I like Him.
*Thats not a bad thing ;0)
Because i was single, i found myself spending more time on facebook, with the chat box open. This is something i didn't do when i was in a relationship.
Around this time i got speaking to an old friend that i hadn't actually seen for many years. I knew him when i was 14, we used to hang out in the same crowd, he was a nice kid back then, but not someone that i saw in anyway as a boy i would like to kiss. Plus i was "going steady" with his friend, so it never came up.
Fast forward 15 years or so - he is hot! I mean, really really hot. we exchanged numbers over facebook, and started texting. All the time.
It was at this point that i got over excited, he had his own business, he was gorgeous and clearly very into me. He asked me if i fancied going for a drink some time to "catch up" i agreed.
Fast forward to a week later, the day of the date. I was a nervous wreck. The dating thing is something i've never really done before, and just coming out of a long relationship i had no idea what to expect.
I fretted all day about what to wear, but i went for a casual approach. Jeans, heels, white tee and cardigan. We were only going to a local pub, so it needed to be casual, but not like i had just got out of bed.
My hair looked good, make up - great. I felt confident.
I arrived at the pub, just as i pulled in, i heard my phone alert me that i had a text message. It was An old friend telling me he was stuck in the city and wouldn't be able to make it!!! Great!
As i am staring at my phone, trying to come up with some kind of response, another text message came through from him: Joking. I will be there in 10!
Phew! i was about to go bat shit crazy. Luckily i have a great sense of humour and thought it was funny.
I decided to wait inside the pub and get me a drink. I get to the bar, order a beer. Just as i turn round i see him walk in, he is talking on his phone. He sees me and walks over, as he gets near me, he says down the phone "i have to go" and ends the call. Kisses me on the cheek and says hello.
Right at this moment i think.....There was no-one on the end of that call. Why would someone do that?. I don't get it.
Anyway, he gets a drink and we go sit at a table. The conversation goes well, we catch up on all the things that have happened to us over the years. Its going well.
The pub starts to get quite busy, and as It's a really warm night, we decide to take this outside.
At this point, all i can think about is kissing this boy. He really is lovely to look at. We are getting along well.
He takes a break in the conversation to get up to go to the bar and get more drinks. As he gets to his feet and picks up our glasses, he leans down and kisses me full on!
I'm gobsmacked! Obviously i kiss him back. Lovely, if not a little wet. I have to wipe my mouth when he had finished, but i put this down to the angle of the kiss, the quickness of it. I wasn't to grossed out at this point.
He returns to the table with more drinks and things start to get more and more flirty. Its at this point i realise, he has wet kisses.
Let me just say, he wasnt a bad kisser. I kissed him all night. He was aggressive when needed and soft when needed. But his tongue was really big* and well i hadn't kissed anyone for a very long time, so it was nice.
At some point in the night, we decided to go back into the pub as it was getting a little cold. More drinks and kissing went by. when i realised the pub was empty, save for us and the bartenders. We decided to take this outside, and engaged in what i can only describe as parking, and "made out" in my car for about an hour!
It was really great! I love kissing! love it!
At about 1.30am i said that i should get going as i had to be up for work in a few hours. We agreed to meet on Sunday for another snogfest ...and maybe more!
I got home feeling swollen around the lip area, but with a huge smile on my face.
Great night. Great date. I like Him.
*Thats not a bad thing ;0)
My perfect boy
so, i figured that i would fill you in on what kind of boy i go for, what i like and what i don't like etc.
So here goes.
What i don't like:
Bald men, short men, pretty boys, perfect teeth, chavs, unemployed*, lazy, bad kissers, older men, long finger nails, really long hair, materialistic boys.
What i like:
Flaws, clean teeth, dark hair, polite boys.
Mmmmh i guess I'm a little picky.
I am going to use this post to explain that i have actually already met what i would call the perfect boy. He is in my life daily, however he lives 4000 miles away from me, and we therefore are not together. He is my American boy.
We met in a way that i wouldn't shout from the roof tops. But i am also so glad i got the chance to know him.
I have a droid phone. It allows you to download apps and games etc, and one day i was waiting for one of my friends to be ready to go out. I was looking at the available apps on the "market" and came across a scrabble game. So i downloaded it.
The app it self is great, you get to play other word friendly people from all over the world. Its fun, and if you need to kill a few minutes, its a great way to do so.
The game also has a "chat" feature, that allows you to chat with the person you are playing against. This is great, but also a little disturbing.
You get a lot of crazies. There are so many men out there that talk to you, find out your a girl and BAM! they want dirty pictures, they ask if you are horny etc etc.
Because of this, i didn't really like to talk to a lot of the people i played with, i just liked to get paired with someone that played the game and got on with it.
Then one evening, i had had a row with the EX and went upstairs to bed. I had been playing the game for a while when i decided to add another game ....random player. Enter American boy.
The game started, and we both said Hi via chat. We both asked the basic questions, like where are you from, how old are you etc. He did not ask if i was horny! He did not ask if i would send him photos!
It was refreshing.
The game lasted for maybe a day, and we continued to talk about what we both did for a living, you know the usual stuff. I have spoken to him everyday since then*.
He is honestly the most amazing person. I have come to really care about him. He is oh so cute, and very attentive, and treats me completely different to any English boy i have ever met.
We both feel the same way, we get on so well. He is funny, and sexy, and incredible.
He is 4000 miles away! Shitter.
*he is not the reason i ended my relationship.
So here goes.
What i don't like:
Bald men, short men, pretty boys, perfect teeth, chavs, unemployed*, lazy, bad kissers, older men, long finger nails, really long hair, materialistic boys.
What i like:
Flaws, clean teeth, dark hair, polite boys.
Mmmmh i guess I'm a little picky.
I am going to use this post to explain that i have actually already met what i would call the perfect boy. He is in my life daily, however he lives 4000 miles away from me, and we therefore are not together. He is my American boy.
We met in a way that i wouldn't shout from the roof tops. But i am also so glad i got the chance to know him.
I have a droid phone. It allows you to download apps and games etc, and one day i was waiting for one of my friends to be ready to go out. I was looking at the available apps on the "market" and came across a scrabble game. So i downloaded it.
The app it self is great, you get to play other word friendly people from all over the world. Its fun, and if you need to kill a few minutes, its a great way to do so.
The game also has a "chat" feature, that allows you to chat with the person you are playing against. This is great, but also a little disturbing.
You get a lot of crazies. There are so many men out there that talk to you, find out your a girl and BAM! they want dirty pictures, they ask if you are horny etc etc.
Because of this, i didn't really like to talk to a lot of the people i played with, i just liked to get paired with someone that played the game and got on with it.
Then one evening, i had had a row with the EX and went upstairs to bed. I had been playing the game for a while when i decided to add another game ....random player. Enter American boy.
The game started, and we both said Hi via chat. We both asked the basic questions, like where are you from, how old are you etc. He did not ask if i was horny! He did not ask if i would send him photos!
It was refreshing.
The game lasted for maybe a day, and we continued to talk about what we both did for a living, you know the usual stuff. I have spoken to him everyday since then*.
He is honestly the most amazing person. I have come to really care about him. He is oh so cute, and very attentive, and treats me completely different to any English boy i have ever met.
We both feel the same way, we get on so well. He is funny, and sexy, and incredible.
He is 4000 miles away! Shitter.
*he is not the reason i ended my relationship.
How i am going to do this
I hope that eventually this blog will be filled with all my experiences, I am going to put my all into making sure I update it as much as i can, and i will be sure to update after every date.
I will be using pseudonyms for the boys that i date. I will not be giving out personal details of the unfortunates that get to go out with me. The names i use will be picked from random, and i will explain why i chose that name for each person.
I just want to say, that i am not looking for a relationship in any way, shape or form. I am also not a writer, i don't aspire to be, and i have never wanted to be a writer, i just like the idea of being able to look back and see how much fun i had.
I am excited
I will be using pseudonyms for the boys that i date. I will not be giving out personal details of the unfortunates that get to go out with me. The names i use will be picked from random, and i will explain why i chose that name for each person.
I just want to say, that i am not looking for a relationship in any way, shape or form. I am also not a writer, i don't aspire to be, and i have never wanted to be a writer, i just like the idea of being able to look back and see how much fun i had.
I am excited
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