Hello again,
And so I return on this wintry Tuesday evening to dish the dirt on my past week in 'paradise'. This week has been somewhat of an eye opener to you all who read my blog every week and your opinions on it all. Several people outside and nearly everyone inside my tight knit friend circle have commented saying on how funny and laughable my life is as well as interesting and 'a good read' I think someone also mentioned. So thanks everyone, I really appreciate it.
Someone who I have yet to mention so far is Mr. Mot. Now, the thing is that Mr. Mot and I go back a very long time, as far back as sixth form. We met through my Boyfriend of the time, a rugby playing hunk with a sweet heart and a lot of love to share. Boyfriend at the time didn't like Mr. Mot and neither has any Boyfriend since. Mr. Mot however is my agony aunt. He listens and is sympathetic whilst harsh and tells me what to do; which is helpful for a girl who cant make up her mind sometimes. However there is always some tension there. Even from the very beginning. Harmless flirty messages, games and jokes all lead somewhere I suppose. No smoke without fire? Even if me and Mr. Mot were to try and make a go, we never seem to find the right time as one of us is always in a relationship, not that this makes the difference for him and his straying ways. I must point out however that this will never happen as he's just not my type, although we have agreed if we reach our 30's and still haven't met anyone, we would make beautiful children. A proposal was made some weeks ago, maybe months even, concerning an 'arrangment' should be drawn up in the hope to satisfy both of our very frustrating and somewhat blipped sex-lives after I had explained that I never performed for myself as such and wasn't getting any male attention and so as a result was becoming very frustrated and needed a 'release'. Mr. Mot agreed and said that whilst he was settled into a relationship the sex was not as often as he would have liked and wanted more, specifically from me. As Mr. Mot is in a somewhat serious, long-distance relationship I see that there is obvious outcomes to what might happen if the shit hit the fan, which in these cases is a 'when' rather than an 'if'. I am persuaded by the naughtiness of it all and the secretiveness that it brings, however as Miss Chocolate put it "How would you feel if the boot was on the other foot?" And shes right. I have been cheated on and been a cheater, although it was only a kiss and a fumble I am still not proud to admit it. Miss Chocolate would have a lot of experience in this department dare I say. Filthy devil you!
Somehow though last night it dawned on me that in actual fact I don't want Mr. Mot regardless of how big his Bavarian sausage is or how he could easily satisfy me in bed. I want someone who will love me and cherish me. Make me there princess but also a little of something darker - if you follow my drift! But then the thoughts start to head back round in the same circle as they have been for weeks. And yet again Mr. Coffee is topic of conversation. I know that at this point, after not talking for so long I should just give up trying, but for some odd reason I cant. Call it obsession or just plain dog with a bone (pardon the ironic pun ladies and gents) but I just cant seem to get him out of my head. o matter what I do he just wont get out of my damn brain! The more I silently scream "Go away your not wanted here because you are not cooperating with my plans to get with you!" the more Mr. Coffee sits back and looks teasingly tempting. I have laid one last ditch attempt to apologise for my swift direction of feeling and plan on hatching this plot around that sickening time of year we Brits call St. Valentines Day. To be brutally honest I'm looking more forward to the pancake day that is, this year, 48 hours prior. Even me typing is making me think of the way we kissed passionately in the rain as he lured me seductively back t his warm embrace ... Anyway!
After getting paid last Friday and slogging my guts out behind a bar at a local football club where I was helping Miss Tweedle-Dee, I planned on having a girly night out with Miss Chocolate however that fell through and is now organised for this coming weekend, so lock up your sons! Watch out men of Bedfordshire were coming to get you ...
'Til next time, Love A.Lou :) xx
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