153. The Fisherman helps.

I had been home from hospital for almost a week and, while not yet physically healed, I felt pretty good.  I was keen to return to work and real life, conscious of how much I was missing out on. The Fisherman had checked on me a couple of times and let me know he had…Read more 153. The Fisherman helps.

147. Life falters, then goes on

So…without boring you with too much detail, I was admitted to hospital quite suddenly in mid-January with a random infection which made me very, very sick. I spent a week hooked up to intravenous antibiotics, having endless tests, feeling tired and alone.  I wasn’t really feeling up to visitors, and I did have a couple,…Read more 147. Life falters, then goes on

146. The Toolman rises from the dead

So I saw this profile on Tinder.  The name was right, the age was a couple of years younger than the truth and there were no face pictures, just a picture of a guy in a panda suit.  It was not the kind of profile I would ever match with, but the bio sure sounded familiar:…Read more 146. The Toolman rises from the dead

144. The Fisherman – part 3

I opened the door to find The Fisherman smiling and holding a very nice bottle of wine. “Hello Beautiful." I let him in without a word and snaked my fingers around the back of his neck and kissed him softly, stroking the back of his head with my long red fingernails. “Hello Handsome.” I purred,…Read more 144. The Fisherman – part 3

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

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