As a single girl, often I meet men I like but for one reason or another, the relationship just doesn’t seem to progress. Not that it stops, exactly; rather that it just doesn’t move forward. So suddenly I realise that Man X has been around for well over a year and a half, and yet I’m still totally single. Read the rest of this entry
With reference to my last post on being Girlfriend Material, I kind of want to know whether people do believe the no-sex game works. Like I said, I’ve tried the three, five and even seven date rule and am pretty sure it doesn’t – but maybe I just tried it with men who were broken anyway?
What do you think? Can you have sex on the first date and still make a relationship work?
Last Friday, having made plans with D for that evening, I received a rather rude midday text. That’s not rude in a good way; rude in a bad manners way.
It was of course from D, not only cancelling our plans for that evening, but informing me he was on the train out of London as he had decided he ‘wanted a girlfriend’. I’m not even going to get started on the many, many issues with that (he didn’t have to cancel our plans, he should have told me that evening, the brashness, suddenness and finality of it was incredibly disrespectful….etc. Ultimately, he was a coward).
My first thought was that I was leaving in a few months and he knew that; so if he wanted a girlfriend, it wasn’t going to be me. Read the rest of this entry
Have you ever tried been dominated in the bedroom? It is so much fun. I guy can go Christian Grey on me any day but this has been a fetish long before Christian Grey and will be long after however some guys seem to have taken this dominating to another level.
This new “fashion” seems to have men confused on how to treat women outside of the bedroom too. Just because I like being controlled and told what to do inside the bedroom does not mean you can control my life outside.
Surely the title says it all?
I’m sat here in bed, two days on from kissing my colleague goodbye outside the restaurant we had just brunched in, with my head pounding like hell, fighting the waves of nausea washing over me and – quite frankly – dying to get home to my bed to rest, recover, and more importantly, process what the hell had happened the night before.
How on earth did I arrive at this point?