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.

Unravelling

The inevitable has come to fruition, And everything else is tumbling inward at an alarming rate. I’m unravelling. Will screaming help? Not really. Will crying? Temporarily. How will I fill the void you’ll create with your absence?      

Find your core.

Your core is kindness. A friend recently said. Kindness is your soul.  Do not change.  Be true to your core even if others fuck you over.  These ‘others’ can be any ‘them – us’ group.  This year, the ‘others’ have been men.  They have screwed me over again, and again, and again.  And I’m fed up. …

We are who we hang out with.

Lots of us set ourselves life goals to reach by certain checkpoints in our lives.  I used to, and I wanted to tick off x, y and z by the time I reach 27.  But that’s less than 18 months away and I’m reconsidering my chosen career path and I’m still very much single.  So…

Do I wanna know..?

Do I wanna know, if this feeling flows both ways? Yes, I do want to know.  It’s killing me not knowing what’s inside your head.  The messages you give off are so conflicting.  Sad to see you go, was sorta hoping that you’d stay… We have so much fun when you stay.  Please don’t leave….

The Bar Man

We’ve known each other for ages.  We’ve exchanged flirty messages for months.  We finally met up a few weeks ago; right when I had hit rock bottom with guys and needed to inject some fun back into my life.  The date was so easy, it felt natural and right.  I went in knowing you were…

Possession.

We’re in our 20’s.  There is no need to sit on top of the guy and snog his face off in the pub.  I was talking to him.  We are friends.  I know you’re seeing him, and shagging him.  And that’s fine.  I did that last year.  It didn’t work out. You didn’t seem very…

2 very different stories…

Version 1: You match with a guy from Bumble.  You’re chatting for a few days.  You’re unsure on whether to go on the date. Date: he’s a nice guy, but you don’t feel a spark.  He tries to ask questions about you, but he mainly talks about himself.  He has limited ‘chat’ and no giggles….

A little bit of happy goes a long way.

We had a fun weekend. I’m feeling capable in my job. My friends are fabulous. My family is supportive. I still haven’t cried over you. I haven’t heard from you.  How predictable.  How telling. The summer is starting to fill up with adventures. Someone is teasing me; giving me hope.  False hope?  Who cares? My…

It’s hardly surprising…

As I walked in the room, my heart sank, I had more reason to believe that men in their 20s are useless.  The evening was framed as a chilled Christmas drink at a friend’s house with all his mates.  Myself and a girlfriend went along to catch up with people we hadn’t seen in a while…