Well its been an eventful couple of days, I've had a couple more emails although in all honestly not sure the majority of them could be considered 'potentials'...
One guy, and in fairness the clue should have been in the name 'nuttyfeller', he decided that making a pun on the word 'meet' and making reference to his 'meat' would be amusing! Why are all men so penis obsessed?!
Only one more request from an under 25 for a blow job - at least it was a variation on a direct request for sex!
There has been a development though... a rather lovely Posh Copper... we have exchanged numbers and have had a couple of chats on the phone... Providing he doesnt turn out to have three heads and smell like a bag lady on a hot day then I think we could be in business....
I will keep you updated.... in the mean time... I think its only fair I start sharing some of my previous dating disasters as I promised...
Brace yourselves....
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Mr Chest, Mistresses and the sound of a penny dropping....
well... I am left to ponder no longer as to Mr Chests intentions... turns out he is married!
Something he was forced to admit when it became very apparent that despite the fact he was desperate to speak to me on the phone to arrange meeting he didnt want to give me his number...
He has tried explaining that he is unhappy in his marriage, so I told him to end it and then look me up - to which he replied "I'm scared, I want to meet you first". Do all men really think we are that gullible?!
I told him if he was being genuine to suck it up, stop being a fanny and to get on with it, and that if he wasnt being genuine I didnt wanna know anyway - too harsh maybe...?
Either way, Mr Chest is no longer....
I can only hope for something a little less married in my in box tonight!
Something he was forced to admit when it became very apparent that despite the fact he was desperate to speak to me on the phone to arrange meeting he didnt want to give me his number...
He has tried explaining that he is unhappy in his marriage, so I told him to end it and then look me up - to which he replied "I'm scared, I want to meet you first". Do all men really think we are that gullible?!
I told him if he was being genuine to suck it up, stop being a fanny and to get on with it, and that if he wasnt being genuine I didnt wanna know anyway - too harsh maybe...?
Either way, Mr Chest is no longer....
I can only hope for something a little less married in my in box tonight!
MSN chat and the pussy tattoo...
Ok, brief update.... Mr Chest has replied (yay!) and we swapped msn details and we have had a very interesting first chat...
We swapped the usual basics and then the flirting took a sexier turn... which is good... sexy is good... but then it started to get kinky... and to be honest, I actually kinda like kinky too... kinky is good....
But then he mentioned (and I quote) he wanted to have "his initials inked onto his woman's pussy"
I am left wondering what to make of this 'first chat revelation'....
S
We swapped the usual basics and then the flirting took a sexier turn... which is good... sexy is good... but then it started to get kinky... and to be honest, I actually kinda like kinky too... kinky is good....
But then he mentioned (and I quote) he wanted to have "his initials inked onto his woman's pussy"
I am left wondering what to make of this 'first chat revelation'....
S
Monday, 7 June 2010
Unemployed Poker Players and Mr Chest...
So many dates, not enough time.... it really is a struggle to know where to start... I'm tempted to say the beginning, but then that would be so ordinary... so lets start with now... right now...
I'm sitting here and as has become my habit whenever I log on, I open up the dating site to check my new messages. When and how did looking for a man become a habit? As I sit here writing this I begin to wonder if that indeed is my first mistake... Maybe 'J' in work is right... maybe I should stop looking? The mere concept of complete inactivity terrifies me though! I don't want to be able to wear big knickers and face the possibilty of being eaten by Alsations... I don't want to be alone... so for now I think I'm stuck, stuck searching, too optimistic to hang up my towel just yet, although I fear the existence of this blog may mean it has just inched a little closer to the hook...
So, having given up on giving up for today I venture into my in box...
I'll keep it brief...
'C' 45 and has two teenage children (is it being too fussy to discount him as being too old and assuming he doesn't want more kids?)
'R' 34, decent job, decent looking (but tells me he has issues with food... now is it me or is that a strange thing to tell someone you've never met?!)
'P' 27, no job, and has included in his profile a love of poker (Poker? seriously? an unemployed gambler... please tell me there is more for me out there than that?)
include two messages from 23/25 year olds asking for sex (I gave up trying to convince myself this was flattering months ago, its more insulting that they cant even be bothered to read my profile!) and that's it...
Hmm... I am a little disappointed not to have had another message from the rather dishy one that contacted me yesterday - to catch you up... 6ft4, IT consultant, own house, own car and an amazingly attractive chest in his pic (I'm a real sucker for a manly hairy chest!) in fact I'll call him Mr Chest - but in fairness to him, he's probably busy at work so I can wait...
Thanks but No Thanks messages sent to the others.... and I remain optimistic that tomorrow will be more fruitful... hopefully Mr Chest will reply at least.... ;-)
I'm sitting here and as has become my habit whenever I log on, I open up the dating site to check my new messages. When and how did looking for a man become a habit? As I sit here writing this I begin to wonder if that indeed is my first mistake... Maybe 'J' in work is right... maybe I should stop looking? The mere concept of complete inactivity terrifies me though! I don't want to be able to wear big knickers and face the possibilty of being eaten by Alsations... I don't want to be alone... so for now I think I'm stuck, stuck searching, too optimistic to hang up my towel just yet, although I fear the existence of this blog may mean it has just inched a little closer to the hook...
So, having given up on giving up for today I venture into my in box...
I'll keep it brief...
'C' 45 and has two teenage children (is it being too fussy to discount him as being too old and assuming he doesn't want more kids?)
'R' 34, decent job, decent looking (but tells me he has issues with food... now is it me or is that a strange thing to tell someone you've never met?!)
'P' 27, no job, and has included in his profile a love of poker (Poker? seriously? an unemployed gambler... please tell me there is more for me out there than that?)
include two messages from 23/25 year olds asking for sex (I gave up trying to convince myself this was flattering months ago, its more insulting that they cant even be bothered to read my profile!) and that's it...
Hmm... I am a little disappointed not to have had another message from the rather dishy one that contacted me yesterday - to catch you up... 6ft4, IT consultant, own house, own car and an amazingly attractive chest in his pic (I'm a real sucker for a manly hairy chest!) in fact I'll call him Mr Chest - but in fairness to him, he's probably busy at work so I can wait...
Thanks but No Thanks messages sent to the others.... and I remain optimistic that tomorrow will be more fruitful... hopefully Mr Chest will reply at least.... ;-)
Bendy Willies, Parmesan Pants and Anal Ease....
Learning to avoid the committment-phobic ones... I guess as with anything its a learning curve... I just wish I was a faster learner... but on the plus side - apparently my dating disasters and sexual exploits make for highly entertaining gossip, hence the creation of this blog, I have been persuaded that putting my thoughts down may help me in my quest for love and romance and if not should at least provide a laugh for anyone else who stumbles across them...
If my tales of bendy willies, parmesan pants and tubes of anal ease can bring a smile to someones face then maybe there has been a point to all these dating adventures after all!
If my tales of bendy willies, parmesan pants and tubes of anal ease can bring a smile to someones face then maybe there has been a point to all these dating adventures after all!
Sex, Lies and Internet dating...
I have, on and off for the past few years, been a member of an online dating site. In an attempt to remain anonomous I will refrain from providing you with the details of which particular website, but suffice it to say it's free and as such has a tendancy to attract every single freaky, lying and or cheating male that has access to the internet.
It's therefore a logistical minefield trawling through the profiles trying to weed out the genuine guys from the ones that are... well... less genuine! I would like to think that over the years my skill in spotting the fakes has got better, but then lets face it, I'm still single, so obviously I'm still going wrong somewhere...
At the beginning there were a few disasters, the majority revolving around guys who turned out to be married and just looking for a little fun on the side, I will furnish you with all the gory details in later posts but for the moment I'll just say, I have got better at spotting the married ones, its just the commitment-phobic ones I need to learn to avoid now...
It's therefore a logistical minefield trawling through the profiles trying to weed out the genuine guys from the ones that are... well... less genuine! I would like to think that over the years my skill in spotting the fakes has got better, but then lets face it, I'm still single, so obviously I'm still going wrong somewhere...
At the beginning there were a few disasters, the majority revolving around guys who turned out to be married and just looking for a little fun on the side, I will furnish you with all the gory details in later posts but for the moment I'll just say, I have got better at spotting the married ones, its just the commitment-phobic ones I need to learn to avoid now...
Work, Dating and the decision to become a blogger....
I am a 31 year old 'single-white-female', and somehow, over the last couple of years I have become a 'Serial Dater'. Bridget Jones references aside (and believe me, the similarities are endless...) my dating adventures seem to be a source of entertainment to my work collegues, so much so, that they have persuaded me to start a blog... so... here we are... the blog of a 'serial dater', where I will tell the no-holes-barred version of my dating experiences - past and present - in the hope that someone out there can let me know where I'm going wrong... be gentle with me... after all, just like Bridget, these are desperate times.... ;-)
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