Mon patron.

After four boring days of work, I finally have a day off tomorrow. Fair enough I won't be doing too much exciting, no, actually, I'm going for a couple of drinks in the evening in my small town, could be fun, I'll let you know of any juicy gossip of course but other than that it's due to be reasonably quiet which I don't mind, I can wrap some presents and get into the Christmas spirit, I'm a massive fan of Christmas (currently listening to 'I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day') and I can't wait until I finish work for the festive season. Back to the serious nature (ha) of the blog, I was having a little bit of a heated discussion with my boss today who doesn't like the way I live my life and endlessly talk about it, regarding my sex life of course.

Now I work entirely with women who all have partners or husbands, they all have quite regular lives and not a lot to talk about of any interest, they discuss The X-Factor and which celebrity is trying to grab the most attention this week in Heat. When I have a story to tell them, they love it because it makes them laugh. This isn't why I do it but I do enjoy telling the story and it makes the working day go by easier, my job isn't very exciting and having a laugh with my collegues keeps me sane but my boss looks down on me because I casually date women, some I like, some I'm scared of, some I don't respect which okay, fair enough, you should respect women but not all girls give men respect, far from it. Some women are just so vile and disgusting I wouldn't give them the time of day, honestly it seems like women are locked in a constant battle to try and humiliate men as much as possible and they know how to do it. She made out that all women are princess' who don't have casual sex which we all know is total shit, women like casual sex, they also like playing games, leading men on and cheating which isn't a big deal or a shock because men are like it also. This really got on my nerves, massively. She also didn't believe that I slept with women! I think she sees me as some kind of frigid geek who makes up stories about women I've dated or had encounters with to make people like me. I can be called many things but I'm NOT a liar! I don't understand the point in lying about your sex life, people would find out that you hadn't fucked the person in question. I don't want to live some fantasy life I tell people, I want the stories I share to be the truth. I just think she's old fashioned and that she hasn't met anyone like me before. I said that I'm a good person who has been in love before and been screwed over and that's why I take this approach which only seemed to make it worse for her. She was really disgusted with me after this conversation and I surely won't be sharing any of my wonderful stories with her again. Works both ways, if I get a girlfriend, she can't ever meet her, I won't even mutter a word. Actually, I think if she mentions her husband, I'll just walk away, it disgusts me that she can have a lowly view on my love life yet hers is perfect because she met the man of her life at 25 and is now married and that's what I should've done, sorry, life doesn't have the same path for everyone!

I was with my best friend last night who had a long distance relationship last year. She didn't want him to meet our group of friends because we're like this, we have sex with people and quite often become friends with them, her man couldn't get his head round this fact and she didn't want to make matters worse by introducing him to us, probably a good thing anyway, most of my friends are dickheads and I'm not proud of them but you get the idea, we're not normal and I'm okay with that. I just wish sometimes could be more open minded. I'm not in the right headspace to have a relationship, I'm scared of it failing, getting my heart ripped out and looking like a total wanker. No thanks, I'd rather have casual dates every so often and focus on what I need to do in my life. Once that's done then I can worry about being destroyed by a woman.

La fille que j'avais trouvé dans la rue.

Summer 2010, living in the party house, I was seeing someone casually (they thought a lot more of me, I liked them too but we had a lot of miles between us so I wasn't hoping for much) and I was making the most of a evening, so I was out on the town with friends. I was being my usual flirtatious self, trying to charm any woman I could. Frankly I don't see the point in going out clubbing if you're not going to try and pull some women, it's something I rarely do these days because I have more important things to worry about but I still love it and I'll be back on the case very soon, don't you worry.
Some nights you have it, you meet someone totally new, manage to take them home, have a night of drunken sex and then part on good terms with another phone number, and fuck a few more times, that's the perfect scenario. Some nights you meet someone you've fucked before and you manage to get another round of drunken sex out of them however this isn't the preferred outcome of the evening as you've fucked them before, it's a hollow victory. Some nights, probably the most common outcome, you end up alone. Being totally wankered normally doesn't help, how annoying are people when they're totally wasted and you're nowhere near that level? Think about it. This night, I was walking home alone even though I found a girl, got a kiss and a phone number. Surprising really, at one point in the evening I asked her to put her hands out and close her eyes, when she opened them, my dick was in her hands and I directed these words to her - "Would you like this inside you?" What a charmer eh? Actually, I ended up fucking her the next evening, and all weekend before she pissed me off, her dress sense was awful and she got annoyed because I wanted to watch Match of the Day, frankly by this point I didn't give a fuck what she thought so I happily watched the football while she banged on about some shit band she adored.
So I had to leave the woman who held my dick in the smoking area and instead walk home alone, smashed and probably singing something or other, like you do. About half way home, I found a group of teenagers, 18-19 years old, consisting of a couple arguing about something or other and a girl standing there, watching. She had dark hair and a good figure, busty, size 10, what I predominately go for. I can't remember what words were exchanged in our conversation but somehow, I had managed to convince this girl to come back to my house. I don't remember anything bad happening during the sex so it must've been OK. She had both her nipples pierced, perfectly pert breasts, she rode my dick like she had been dying to release herself on me and I came in her mouth, good girl in my opinion. We fall asleep. End of. That's all I remember.
I waoke up the next morning in total hangover mode and there was some naked 18 year old girl in my bed, I had no idea who she was or how she got in my bed. I woke her up where she told me where I found her, how I convinced to come to my house for a party (a naked party in my room it seems) and that she left her friends. I asked what she wanted to do now, she replied "I better go and find my friends really." Is that all she had to say? Really? It was seven hours ago I found her, the arguing couple could be anywhere, good luck! She got dressed, I turned away because I'm a gentleman (I always have a sneaky look) and I let her out. I never asked her name, I didn't see the point, wasn't like I was ever going to have another night with her.
For the next few Saturday nights I kept seeing her out! Was she stalking me? Were there powers beyond my control forcing us to be in the same social space? She looked pretty good, I don't know if she ever clocked me and I never let on that I noticed her, what the hell was I meant to say anyway? I couldn't exactly go up to her and say "Hey, do you remember the other week when I found you in the street, took you back to mine, used you for a drunken fuck and didn't even ask what your name was? Well I'm ------ pleased to meet you, thanks for swallowing you naughty thing." No, that would've been too awkward.