Sex and loneliness: The Italian and The South African.

The loneliness I’ve sporadically felt over the past few years has clouded my judgments.  Often, I’ve approached experiences with the attitude of, ‘that’ll make a good chapter for the book!’ and so I do it anyway.  Of course, this is why I kept seeing The Bar Man.  Until recently, I’ve been using sex as a…

‘Tinder like a man’, he said.

Following from yet another failed attempt at dating, I decided I need to change my tac (doesn’t this sound familiar..?) ‘I’m giving up with dating apps!’ I exclaim to my friends on more than one occasion this summer.  ‘They’re full of guys who just want a quick shag.  I’ll never find a decent guy on…

How to be a girl (according to magazines)

I’ve given up reading magazines.  So many of them are full of instructions of what we should eat, how we should do our makeup and how we should flirt with boys. I’ve compiled a list of the shite I’ve read in magazines and what’s gone through my head immediately after:   ‘How to be beach-ready’…

Late at night

Do you text them late at night like you do to me? Do you whisper sweet nothings of what you both could be? Do you show off your cocktail flair then caress their legs and their hair? Do you drink as much with them, ‘though you’ve only gone over at ten? Do you plant kisses…

On being single…

Like most single girls in their 20s, I fluctuate between loving being single (saying I am totally independent, I don’t need a man, I want someone who wants me back and who deserves me) and crying to my mum saying no one loves me and I’m destined to be single forever. And clearly my sister…

What it feels like when I need to write.

Like all bloggers, I have a life away from my Mac.  Of course I do; it’s this life that fuels my blog.  At times, life is hectic and I can’t find the time to write, at other times, I sit at my Mac for an hour, willing my fingers to get to work. And then…

Even the nice guys can act like dicks.

In the space of 18 hours, everything I wrote in this last post can be ignored. For the same reasons as why anyone calls their fuck buddy, I contacted The Bar Man last week.  We hooked up and it was fun to see him. Although I knew the new man would not be ‘The One’, I…

Him and Her

The curve of her stomach The softness of her thighs The intention of her touch The memory of her kiss And the thought of her clit. The bike oil on his calves The hirsuteness of his chest The roughness of his handing The reality of his touch And the thought of her clit.

I think you’ve served your purpose.

It was fun whilst it lasted.  You scratched an itch, although you weren’t as reliable as you first made out.  It worked because we were old friends, but now I think we’ve outgrown our friendship. Was I using sex as a cure for loneliness?  Undoubtedly.  And I think you were, too. Now that someone new…