Aaaaaaaand, I’m back. Tragically, I’ve been involved in one of those sticky things hat I was trying to avoid in the first place – a relationship.
Well, what passes as a relationship in my world of (hopefully) NSA sex. I don’t do clingy, I don’t do being at someone’s beck and call. I do my own schedule and that mostly involves me needing my own space. So it confuses guys when I say from the outset ‘Hey, we’re fucking, That’s what we’re doing. But we’re doing it on my terms because that’s how I have to work. I have other things in my life that I have to prioritise. You will not be one of them.’ and then stick by it.
Basically, he was nice, but wanted/needed too much from me.
So I’m back. Back on the hunt and delighted to find that either the sun has made guys horny enough to go on the game, or desperate for the cash. My theory is it’s the horn. That small part of you always seems to dictate what the rest of the body does.
So a whole new menu to look at, and a shedload of wheat to sort from the chaff…..