meeting the bfs bff

right so sorry for not writing have had nothing to  write comment or suggest 

however now i have something to vent about

so tomorrow me and the spaceman are going to London for a day trip, and he announced today i get to meet the bff

now i know everyone says that meeting the parents is the scariest thing to do, thats a cake walk in my opinion because a boy or a girl will just like you more if their parents hate you! the bff however is  another story, if a bff hates you that is a big red  x next to your  name!

wish me luck tomorrow, i just hope my shyness doesnt come across as frosty as i  usually do! :s

the B word

the spaceman wants to come see me in a show im in

i asked him what i shouldintroduce him as

"your boyfriend ofcourse!" he beamed "its what ive told people you are!"

i blushed, its nice when someone suggests it first :)

i don't claim to be perfect, i know i'm damaged goods..

i dont know how it happened, i honestly dont, its madness but i shall start from the begining

i met the spaceman 2 weeks ago and we instantly became great friends, laughing and joking, a week later i find out he likes me, like really likes me! and i know i should be thrilled but an alarm bell rings in my head

see, not to go into too much detail, years ago i was told by a doctor that my mental heath was like a ticking time bomb and chances are one day, i will go crazy.

This revelation has played on my mind from that day to this, how can i drag someone else into this?

The spaceman and i lay on the sofa bed, and i find myself admitting this fear to him, just like it was nothing, inside i braced myself for the "Oh is that the time, im gonna go...." speech i'd heard before, but he didn't, he looked me in the eye and said "i like you, if it happens, i ain't gonna run".....

"what did you expect him to say!" the greek said to me bemused by my reaction

"i dont know" i lamented, "i guess im used to guys being jerks!"

"i still cant believe you told him!" she sighed "the doctor said it was a 50/50 thing!"

"********!" i said defensively "imagine you were sold a second hand car, wouldnt you wanna know if the steering wheel stuck!"

"yes matt, but your not a car!" she rolled her eyes "so, how did the rest of the evening go"

after i had made my revelation the spaceman totally of his own free will opened up about recent events, his dad had died tragically, and he hadnt allowed himself time to grieve, but he admitted being with me was the first thing to make him happy, truly happy, for months.

"dude, marry him now! if you dont i will!" the greek beamed

"hun, we are taking it slow" i smiled, genuinely, for the first time in a long time, my eyes crinkling, "but lets just say, hes deffinatley a keeper!"

so alone......

greg and fiona had been together for 7 months, but only been in love the first two

"only in love for two months! why did they stay together?" i asked exsasperated

"the same reason all couples stay together after the love has gone" the greek sighed "they are scared to be alone"

"pfft" i scoffed "they are just 18!"

"fear of being alone is universal" the greek retorted

pausing i realised she was right, from a very young age most of us are raised with the idea that company= good, solitude = bad (lets face it, in war movies, prisoners weren't sent to social confinement!)

to me theres two types of alone, neither are nice but both sprung to mind recently

the first and saddest imo is forced solitude, this means you had your soul mate, you lived with them for years, then due to the tragedy of death they were taken away, this to me is sadder because you knew company, and the joys of such and suddenly you must adjust to life alone

my nan was brilliant at that, she now thrives alone, though occassionally we do get the old lady wobble "im 85, i could be dead any day now, and you'll all miss me!" (to which we respond, "nan your fit as a horse, your mother lived to see her hundredth, you have time!")

the other is solitude by choice, either you chose not to pair up, or you chose to take a break from the pairing pool, to work on yourself before jumping back in. this one, though not as finite as the first, has its own fears attached, what if you wait too long? what if the adjustments dont work? what if that cute guy at the coffee shop meets someone while you're at night school learning to speak french!? sacre bleu!

my personal fear of being alone stems back to the stories you read in the papers, about people dying alone, the elderly left undiscovered for days/weeks/months/years until a neighbour notices a funny smell etc

there are times i worry that person will be me, that i will be found, skeletal, surrounded by rather happy fat cats

"thats ridiculous!" the greek scoffs "one, you hate cats and two, you and i both know we will be in the old folks home together singing ice cream truck, pinching the male nurses bums!"

fear of loneliness, it keeps us in relationships that should have ended months ago, keeps us with people who put us down/hurt us, the one thing i urge you all out there to ask is, "is better than being alone?" if yes, then enjoy the relationship, if not then GET OUT NOW!

You got me wondering why i like it rough?

The other day i met "the gym bunnny" a slightly short bald man who claimed to be more than enough man for me

Im not one to kiss and tell but i still have bite marks on my neck, shoulders and chest, and it got me thinking tracing back, how each of my fetishes got started

Let me bgin by defning for those of you just venturing into the world of sex, what a fetish is. when the word fetish is used it often summons images of whips and chains and ball gags, quite the opposite, a fetish is something which turns you on sexually, for example if having your bum smacked gets your juices going, you have a fetish, if you like tall men that is a fetish, if you like having ur neck touched, guess what, its a fetish!

rough sex was from my friend the canadian, who during sex on a whim i asked to bite me, and he did.

The first man to break my heart has come back into my life, and that was he other thing to get me thinking

we met years ago, and it ended because i caught him online cheating on me, but we have both grown as people and i realised why he did it

we were talking and i said "fuck i need doing so bad! hard and rough and deep" and he said "rough? i thought u were into tlc?" thats when it hit me, he was my first, he made love to me back when my list of fetishes could git on one page of a notebook, i updated him and he seemed alot happier :p

He wants us to meet soon, its be 3 years so i think its safe for me to go see him, however he said somethings that got me thinking, he said "the best part of seeing you was waking next to you, feeling your body next to mine" when we were together i used to think i was a total nusance to him and tey to leaves first thing, will keep you posted

the gym bunny and i have made plans to meet again too!

The other woman in the bed

"i had the best sex of my life the other day!" my friend sarah beamed over coffee

she had been hinting at this for weeks, so i sat and listened intently

apparently she met D (we shall call him D to protect his privacy) at work, they connected because D gets paid to beat the crap out of her ex, a thing both enjoy

she went round his and watched a movie, then he went round hers for coffee

"i dont know what happened but suddenly he was fucking me against my kitchen door! it was soooooo hot!" she sighed

"easy girl! your fogging up my glasses!" i laughed, "so you and him are dating now?"

"ah!" she paused sipping her coffee deep

"ah?" i asked

"hes got a girlfriend........" she said

"oh sarah! your the other woman?"

"well yeah but i know i am, he said basically i'm his dirty little secret, i dont tell and he comes and fucks me!"

"sarah!" i said thinking deep, "as your friend i gotta say this, you can do better than being 'the other woman'!"

"i know i know!" she sighed, i dropped the subject

my personal phillosophy is if i know someones got a partner they are off limits no matter what, dont get me wrong i know like everyone else that a wedding band comes off but those scenarios are down to the other persons deception, not mine

the way i see it is somewhere out there their partner and possibly kids are waiting for them to come home, clueless to what daddys doing, how would i feel if my boyfriend was cheating

"im pretty sure hes gonna dump his girlfriend for me though" sarah said darkly

"and what if he doesnt? this isnt some mills and boon novel you know!" i asked "better yet, what if he does leave his girlfriend for you? you do know he will probably cheat on you too dont you?"

"i know matt, look for once in your life dont be such a stick in the mud and be happy for me"

"im happy for you" i sighed "but you and i both know im the mother hen of anyones friendship groups, i wouldnt be doing my job if i didnt point out the holes in your erotic dreams!"

single again

i broke up with giles, he made me into a paranoid wreck.

A friend rung me for support and for a brief second i thought "i shouldnt do this, my bf will get mad!" then i thought "am i actually questioning whether i should help a friend?"