Blog 8 - OMG, OMG, Whoops!

I have been so knackered this week, not surprising really! I’ve gone a bit AWOL from the dating site and my casual fling (CF). If I’m brutally honest he always stops hassling me for a few days after he’s got his oats anyway, which doesn’t make me feel great and makes him look about as complex as your average Neanderthal. I’ve been spending most of my time watching TV with Roomie, we are quite good at saying nothing when we are tired, we can communicate how we want our tea made with the raise of a single eyebrow!

I have been having some ‘textual’ activity though…with the hunky giant. You must know me by now, I’m impatient when curious. I sent him a cheeky text about his deep voice after he left me his number. It quickly degenerated however, he’s no shy boy and although I don’t know much about him and have only met him for about 20 seconds I’m perfectly comfortable with it all for some reason. Raring to go in fact! I’m not a great sleeper anyway so even though I’ve been attempting early nights I’ve been exchanging multi-media excitement with the hunky giant until the wee small hours a few nights on the trot now – Yep, that’s right…I mean photo’s! Good God I hope they never end up on the internet!

Mark and I only really speak briefly on e-mail, he asks what I’m up to at the weekend, I make my excuses even though I have positively zero plans! I think he’s an absolutely lovely person but I just want to go with the flow for a change and not have every minute of my weekend pre-determined. He must think I'm blowing very hot and cold! I’d quite like to go out boozing with Roomy and just have a laugh. Of course, I don’t remain a free spirit for long….I get a phone call on Friday morning from the deep voice that makes my knees go weak; ‘Come for dinner with me, tonight’. How can I refuse?

He lives a 45 minute drive away and offers to come to me but I know, I just know what will happen and I haven’t invited any guys back to my place since my ex and I split up. I’m not sensitive about the past at all but it would just be weird and I’m not inclined to explain what’s happened. I’ve loved it being a party flat for Roomy and I but it’s also our sanctuary in difficult times. I tell the hunky giant what time I’ll be with him and to book somewhere nice. So, in summary – I’m just about to drive 45 minutes for date with a guy I’ve met for less than a minute, wine with dinner will probably put paid to driving home and I know he’s a sexual deviant from his texts. Am I brave or stupid? No idea, just excited at the moment!

I’m well aware this could go either way but as soon as he opens the door I know it’s going to be a great evening. We just start chatting non stop and he opens a bottle of wine while ordering a taxi. We are blatantly sizing each other up like animals the whole time we are talking, we seem to understand each others objectives.

Well I didn’t eat much of my dinner for talking and laughing so much. It’s really refreshing to be in the company of someone who seems to find my sense of humour hilarious instead of offensive which is good going a bottle and a half of wine in. We go to a small bar afterwards where there’s some live music for more drinking and dancing. To cut a long story short I return home the following afternoon absolutely exhausted. The lasting image imprinted on my brain is of him sat at his piano, naked and singing to me at 4am.

He’s a very clever and dangerous man, I’m under no illusion and have no intention of getting involved. Mrs T told me why Mr T thinks he’s a rotter with the ladies; he has a great job and works away a lot. His last long term girlfriend was apparently lovely and a stunner but it didn’t stop him from straying. They were on the phone one night when he was working away, when he said his goodbyes he didn’t hang up properly and neither did she. She apparently heard every second of his subsequent illicit hotel room encounter over the phone. Whoops, I think she took scissors to his wardrobe.

Luckily Roomy doesn’t want me to go out boozing as I’m shattered. We watch crap on TV and share pizza on the sofa. Seeing as I went AWOL for 24 hours I’m sat idly responding to texts while chatting. My mate L loves hearing my shenanigans, we call it ‘Grub Club’ and I know she’ll want an update. Then the phone rings and it’s CF, Shouting at me!

Once he’s calmed down a bit I can make out the words, it turns out I’ve sent a pretty explicit account of last nights events to him by mistake. OMG, OMG, Whoops!