143. The Married Man – part 6

It was late on a Thursday night.  The Fisherman was supposed to come and visit me  but he cancelled with me earlier that day as he was sick.  He was polite and apologetic and, regardless of whether it was true or not, I knew I would see him and his magic wand again. I settled in to…Read more 143. The Married Man – part 6

142. The Captain returns…continued

I expected to hear from The Captain all day on Monday, and my girlfriends checked in all day long to find out if he had called. He did not. On Tuesday I had enough waiting and took control, sending him a message. “Hi there.  Do you have some time to chat today?" “Sorry busy atm…I’ll…Read more 142. The Captain returns…continued

141. The Fisherman – part 2

After I finished writing the last blog post, I went to a daytime party/bbq where I socialised like a proper sparkly butterfly, smiling to myself thinking about The Captain and what might be. I left at about five o’clock and when I got home, sent The Captain a text asking how his day had been.  An…Read more 141. The Fisherman – part 2

140. The Captain returns

Online dating has been tiresome and dull.  Endless text messaging with uninteresting men who struggle to keep up a conversation, wanting to get right to a fuck without so much as a "how do you do". My swingers site has been uninspiring, so I downloaded Tinder again *sigh* and immediately became addicted to swiping left like…Read more 140. The Captain returns

139. The Fisherman (52)

After our brunch date, The Fisherman kept in regular contact, telling me he "just had to kiss me again". I was less excited but keen to see if he lived up to his reviews. Two nights later he arrived as scheduled on my doorstep with a bottle of good red wine in his hand, and gave…Read more 139. The Fisherman (52)

138. Conversations with chuckleheads

So here we go again.  I decided to sign up to the swingers site I had used to meet The Captain, and after a thorough and fruitless search for both him and The Toolman, I created my profile. I have a suspicion that The Captain already had someone else lined up when we split, or…Read more 138. Conversations with chuckleheads

137. Nobody’s soulmate

So I’ve been enjoying my time alone, in no rush to resume the rollercoaster ride of modern dating, and I’ve had a lot of time to think. What if there is nobody for me?  Well, surprisingly that thought made me feel better.  I’ve spent half my life, since I started to date, alone. And I am…Read more 137. Nobody’s soulmate

136. Intrusive thoughts

Each morning I wake at about 4:30am, get up to pee, then shuffle back to my still-warm sheets hoping to fall back to sleep instantly.  My brain has other ideas.  Scores of ideas, in fact. Ideas about work, which has been keeping me successfully distracted for the last month, ideas about things I should be…Read more 136. Intrusive thoughts