I'm leaving London in a month for my big trip. A month ago, I decided to send messages to some people, because I'll never see them again and it's the occasion to tell them things that they'll like, I think.
That's it, I've contacted all the people that I will have found special here.
I wouldn't have believed it but actually, it's going to be more difficult to leave London than I thought.
There is one thing that Mr Really BIG did right. In the middle of the action, he slapped one of my buttcheeks and said:
You've got the cutest little arse!
Let's just remember the best moments.
I have finally seen Mr Really BIG again last Monday. We went to a very nice italian restaurant close to my place. We talked about a lot of things. He is interesting, clever, I have the feeling we share the same point of view on quite a few things. When it came to the bill, I paid for everything. However, I nearly died when I saw the price: 50 fucking pounds! But anyway, I had spent a very good moment.
Once we got to be alone in my room, we got it on straight away! We didn't stop for two hours, until the window was covered with condensation!! He was heavily sweating so I offered him a very long massage. I had even bought a special oil for that, hey. It was very nice. However, after that, instead of returning the favour, or even just a bit of affection, he turned to the side in order to sleep. But anyway, I could understand he was tired.
The morning after, I woke him up so we can get back to the action. I'm not a morning person though! But this time, it was very nice. Then, after finishing on his side, he lied down next to me. And I had to finish myself on my own. He left early to go to work. When he shut the door, I started feeling down. I had not got what I wanted. I wanted action, but most of all, I wanted affection! I had been very generous with him because it pleased me, but I didn't get anything in return, which proved he didn't appreciate me that much in the end. I don't blame him, I myself have been very selfish with several guys. But anyway, he could have treated me with decency and give me a hand that morning!!!
THAT STORY IS OVER !!!
I told you that Mr Really BIG was back, and then no.
He happened to contact me again lately, saying that he was at a festival. Because everyone knows festivals last for at least TWO WEEKS! And since I didn't have anybody else to meet up with (I was very busy last month: Norvège, France, colleague's wedding...) and I like him anyway, I accepted. And once again, it didn't happen.
When coming back from my colleague's amazing wedding this weekend, I wanted a big cuddle and I contacted him, but once again he wasn't available. What does he want? What's the point in contacting me again if he doesn't want to, in the end?! Idiot! Waste of time...
Tonight, I'm going out with David and his gay flatmates in Soho, it's time I renew my list of partners.
I told you about this guy who was charming, clever and well hung. Yes, remember, he had hit me with the return of the ex of doom technique. To make things more simple, let's call him Mr Really BIG, a reference to the bible of urban bachelors, Sex and the City of course.
Last week, he sent me a text asking me if I wanted to meet up one of these days. Let me just remind you that last week, I was under the effects of a huge testosterone rush, so I left a message on his voicemail to invite him over right then. The day after, he sent me a text to tell me I sounded very horny on the phone and that he wanted to see me again, blah blah blah... We sent each other very naughty messages and we decided to meet up this week.
I talked about it with Ada who said: "It's tough, he dumps you for his ex and now he comes back just like you are bound to be available for him" and I argued: "First, we were not really together and second, I don't give a fuck about that, I just want sex, I'm not asking for respect or dignity!"
He didn't contact me back in the end. And me neither.
I met a guy some time ago in a club. After 5 minutes chatting, I took him home. It went on pretty well and we had decided to meet up again.
He contacted me again one month later (!) and told me that he couldn't stop thinking about me and that I reminded him of James McAvoy (probably for the nose). So we went to a restaurant and I realised he was very hot! He works for a charity, he hates the Sugababes, he's left-wing, he reads interesting books, he has humour and... er... well... IT'S HUGE! I think it's the hugest I have ever seen! In a nutshell, the ideal man. And, a sign of good odds and of recovery: I didn't think of the object of my obsession when we were doing it.
The problem was, even though he was perfect, something was missing: the fucking sparkle. The passion, the attraction, the fire, the rush... This guy was perfect, but I didn't feel much when I was with him. The other problem was that I was still thinking of the object of my obsession in general.
And then I received a message on his behalf saying that he had just stumbled into his ex and that he was cnfused, bla bla bla... I told him I understood because I was in the same situation, etc. Personally, when I want to get rid of a guy without hurting him, I always tell the same story: the return of the damned ex. I will write a post about it by the way.
It was a nice story. Now I need to pull someone else :)
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