I think there has finally been enough space and time from this event, for me to finally tell you all about it.
Trust me, I’ve been bursting to. As it was happening, I suppressed an urgent need to excuse myself from the situation and write this very post.
Also the person involved has moved overseas… And they don’t have the internet there, right?! Right.
A while back, I briefly felt I should maybe try dating – in an attempt to get over my marriage finishing up.
I have seen the light now and have vowed to be alone and tend to my chooks until the end of time. I will never date again. But at the time, I was feeling brave and frisky. I had had a few dinner dates and then liked one man enough to progress to an at-home DVD date.
This was next level stuff, y’all. I even went to the trouble of shaving down (like a greyhound preparing for her next race. Wait, do greyhounds shave down? I’ve never seen a bald greyhound? You get the drift though).
I did the matching underwear thing and sprayed perfume on my hard to reach areas. I even checked my nipples for the presence of bubes. (That’s boob pubes for the ill informed.)
I had generously allowed him to pick the movie and vowed to myself that I wouldn’t judge him on his choice. This excluded snuff movies, hardcore porn or anything starring Rob Schnider – I simply could not transcend negative evaluation of the bloke, should any of the above occur.
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I love your dog! Definitely way better than a man!
I separated em around the same time as you feb 2013 and after what I wentt through with my ex I would rather remain single, I think there is to much hype about being a couple, married and having kids, I think you are a whole person without it, I think if society made people feel more comfortable being single there would be lots more happy people.