Życie dobrze podróżowane (A Life Well Travelled)

Hi, 

Setting off from home the whole family had turned out to see me off, although I think the older one had got a bit bored and headed off down the street, probably to take a shit in one of the neighbour's front gardens. Cuddles with my Frankenstein only made me remember the moments we had shared over the weekend as we had taken our first puppy swim class together and he had done so well. Kissing and hugging Mr. Warehouse I was sad he was not coming as well but would love the moment I came home to him and the puppies. Heading down back home I popped by my Scottish grandmother to say hello, as I did with my Auntie and Uncle. I finished off by settling into Nanny Pumpkins, roast lamb dinner and a period drama I was tired and knowing the early start I was ready to bed down. 

Falling asleep quickly on her Sofa I remembered the last time I was on there and it was not a favourable circumstance. I must say it was not the best night's sleep and I was absolutely nackard when I was awoken at 4.30am to my dearest Nanna asking if I was going to stay there all day or if I wanted to go on holiday. Make-up done and hair in a Halloween scrunchie, I was ready and so was the taxi! The airport was pretty clear, as I would normally expect, so arriving nearly three-hours before our flight seemed futile, but nevertheless, it allowed us time for some overpriced breakfast and coffee and a nice chat. The flight was easy enough and as normal, despite the time, I treated myself to some champagne and nibbles. The flight itself I expected would have been busy but in actual fact was so empty most of the wing seats had only one person in them, something I know as a fact Mr. Warehouse would have appreciated and been the first to jump into given half the chance.  

Arriving and getting through the airport and city to our hotel was a breeze as Nanna had opted for a private transfer, something which was deemed a luxury for Mr. Warehouse and me when we are travelling. The hotel is lovely and is situated in a historical building, in the heart of Kraków’s Kazimierz - the former Jewish district. Within walking distance of the Old Town and the historical Wawel Castle the heated and air-conditioned rooms at Hotel Kazimierz are well-appointed including a private bathroom with a shower and a toilet, as well as satellite TV and free Internet access. We have yet to spend our first night hear obviously and have yet to sample the breakfast buffet which is available every morning, however, I am sure to enjoy a morning coffee, and maybe a cheeky cigarette on our balcony overlooking the back streets of Kazimierz.  With the hotel's jazzy wallpaper and random decor choices, its offering is good for any traveller, couple, single or family with a 24-hour front desk, as well as airport shuttle and free of charge luggage storage. 

I get the feeling, especially so when Nanny and I went to explore the hotel and the "breakfast balcony" where the morning meal would be served. Stepping up the small flight to the balcony I looked around to see plenty of tables and chairs. However, looking over the balcony and peering down to what can only be described as more restaurant seating areas, covering what would maybe be a dance floor I felt as though the building could tell some dark tales. Staring down I had visions of the family running and hiding or trying desperately to escape as German troops and officers stormed the building, as they had done with the whole street I imagine, marching the men outside, never to be seen again and leaving the rest of them to only wonder what next. It gives me chills to think about what happened here but I feel as I did when Mr. Warehouse and I stayed in a hotel in Newquay for one of his cousin's weddings and the feels and creeps I got from that place, only to discover its tragic past of the Hotel Victoria. 

I am sure I will get many more feelings like that, but for now, I am absolutely shattered and after a ravishing meal, I am sooo ready for bed. Tomorrow we visit the Jewish areas of Krakow and attend the Schindler Tour. Escape2Poland explains that "you will be guided around the former Jewish district of Krakow seeing not only beautiful synagogues but will have a chance to visit one as well." Allowing tourists to see where the city came to life before the Second World War and explore various religious locations such as ritual bathhouses and a cemetery I am sure will allow you to further your understanding of the city, the country it belongs too and some of the awful things its residents had to endure throughout the occupation. We will get to visit the ghetto square and to take in the former walls that enclosed the ghetto. Nanna and I will see numerous sites used when shooting Spielberg’s Schindler's List in the early 1990s and learn about an incredibly brave man with a passion for helping people. I shall look forward to the next few days as much as possible without sounding like a raving Nazi, but until then - Night, NIght!

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

The Number Nine!

Well Hello Everybody, 

I hope you have all been well. I have not unfortunately and as explained last week I have been struck down by what seemed to be a bit of a cold. Nevertheless on with the show ... 

Slipping on my heeled boots and cramming my daisy print jumper for later into my Ted Baker handbag I hurriedly whizzed our the door. Eight or nine? I couldn't remember but either was I was buzzing, if slightly tired from the night before and my now subsiding cold. Fearing being late for my date I wondered how long it had actually been since our first date. Waiting in the designated spot I had done more than two-months prior I awaited my Date's arrival, soon enough though he was there. As Mr. ToyBoy and I embraced conversation immediately turned to his hangover and the fact that the night began as an 'only one drink' affair. I struggled to sympathise but found myself being cast back to a last weekend in all its messiness. 

Walking along the packed out, cobbled streets of Bedford Town centre on what was a very busy Saturday afternoon I felt as if I was waiting desperately for something good to come up in conversation. "I don't remember it being this dry the first time round?" I thought to myself for the second time so far that day. However entering the West London inspired Coffee House I revelled in the fact that we would now have each others sole attention. Seating at the same table we had first encountered each other at nearly nine weeks ago I looked at an attractive face I knew would just be another one to add to the hall of infamy. Tall, dark and handsome Mr. ToyBoy encompassed all the things I looked for in a potential boyfriend - Nice set of teeth. Good shoes. Hair I can run my fingers through and maybe grab a little tuft once in a while and a beautiful set of deep brown eyes that I just want to fall into. Unfortunately conversation ebbed to a point in which he ended up checking the football scores and I wondered as to when I can let this one go. I had already been with someone that was obsessed with sports, I didn't need another. 

Staring out at Mr. ToyBoy over my iced Vanilla Chai milkshake (It was sooo good) I wondered how big his dick was. I know alright, I'm a shallow, terrible person but once you have encountered something as unreliable as public transport then you will know where I am coming from. I understand that size doesn't matter and that sex is only a small part of a relationship but to me it is more than that. It has to be fun and whimsical and entertaining. For too long I have had to suffer and it's about time I got what I wanted! Needless to say as I smiled cheekily at the bubbles in my milkshake as my date twittered on about Game of Thrones my mind wandered to fantasies including classical music blaring from speakers as I reached my first orgasm. Images of him throwing me over coffee tables, my bare arse being splintered as he held me in place, taking me whilst I screamed out in a pleasure infused scream. After controlling myself and bringing my smirk back around to a more serious, grown up conversation about the Illuminati of which I still don't fully follow, understand or even to be quite frank care about, I realised that this was not going to be something I could fully invest in any way. Mr. ToyBoy, whilst older in appearance and as adorably fucking hot as he is, unfortunately won't be the one to take off my garter! At least I doubt it anyway - I mean lets not rule it out! 

A combination of being too young, still in college with prospects of university as well as completely unable to be financially savvy brought me to the conclusion that this would probably never work out how I would like it. Yes he probably had a big willy and yes he was probably (And even if he wasn't I would make him) good in bed, but I need more than that? Don't I? Ascetically I could not fault the lad, I had palpation's just looking at him, but would he make me feel like a Queen, I doubted it. Uhh! But he was such a good kisser as well! As I asked the Barista for a duplicate order I cast my mind back to long, soft make-out sessions, gently nibbling each others lips with our tongues exploring the unknown under a stormy August afternoon sun. I was getting moist at the thought of it. But alas, it was never meant to be. As we parted and went our separate ways I knew we would still keep in contact. Friends maybe. Just missing the benefits part! Maybe we will pick it up sometime, but then again maybe not. But rest assured I wont be lonely for long. Somehow, leaving dearest Mr. ToyBoy at the bus stop to be a bus-wanker home, I knew that I wouldn't be too saddened for long. Hey, there is plenty more fish in the sea right? But maybe I need to stop looking in the sea and start looking a little closer to home ... 

You see, as I am sure you are well aware there has been an increasing romance and somewhat tension struggle that is between myself and a fellow work colleague, Mr. Warehouse but I have started to allow history repeat itself and at present I am now in the elastic band state of mind - Constantly being stretched mentally between wanting to be in Mr. Warehouse's company all the time and also wanting to be single and having the freedom to do as I please when I please it and with who I please (Or more-so how they please me but that is by the by). Pinging between the two has been somewhat exhausting not to mention being ill also. Its complicated I know, but I almost feel as if I haven't moved very far from this time last year when I was constantly battling my head and my heart around the whole Mr. Cheese saga. And I haven't exactly made things easy for myself this week either. 

These feelings however and in particular the bond I have with Mr. Warehouse is very, very different indeed to what I had and probably still have with Mr. Cheese. Up on my pedestal I sit, looking down I realise that over the past few weekends I have spent with Mr. Warehouse, I have had more laughs and giggles and simply childish fun with him than I have ever had with anyone since Mr. Workaholic. Playful tickles, cuddles and stolen moments all add up and are slowly contributing to the way I feel overall about him. I never saw his flaws and I am slowly getting my head around the things that I originally could not deal with. The fact I didn't and still to a certain extent at times don't find him attractive in the conventional sense is starting to become less of an issue. He likes me for me. Not who I want to be nor who I will become but everything I am right here and now. He doesn't like some of the things I do and say sometimes but that the same with everyone. 

The thing is that Mr. Warehouse is very much like my father and as a result, in fact as far as scientific and psychological research goes (That is my Psychology and Science A-Levels speaking!), women find men resembling and embodying qualities and aesthetics of their fathers, attractive and appealing. But its more that all those things. He is the one person I can just be ridiculous with, the one person I can laugh and joke about with and the one person that will still find me attractive despite my messy morning hair, panda eyes and pale-sickly-flu-face. Scary thing is though is that there are two words that are coming up more and more often. The. One. 

Could it be? Maybe? I don't know? It scares the fuck out of me to think that it might be and that this might be it, my husband for ever and ever 'until death do us part' and all that malarkey but I know deep down that I am not completely intolerant to the idea. Mr. Warehouse has the most wonderfully loud, colourful and extravagant family I can ever think I have met and one that I wouldn't wholly disapprove of entering but those two little words are a big deal, especially at just twenty-three. But after a discussion with my Father yesterday over what was an orgasmic Sunday Roast Dinner I discovered that he was only a year older than I am now when he married my mother. And it got me really thinking. What would happen if I just let go of being cautious and scared of loosing everything. What happens if I just forget all the hurt and those stupid guys in the past that quite frankly will never in the rest of this earth's life cycle meet someone as amazing, funny, brilliant, witty and spectacularly incredible as me. What happens if maybe I gave it a chance to grow? 

Spookier things have happened. And with Halloween almost upon us I can only dream of what hellish and gorey scenes will poison my memory next week as I take to my fancy dress box and don a cute yet slutty outfit in preparation for the best time of year - Halloween!

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

A Move, A Promotion And A Dating Dilemma

Hiya, 

So after last week's fiasco involving the ever-alluring Mr. Cheese, my life in other areas has well surpassed my expectations. 

Ripping myself from my bed sheets I realised horribly that it was a Thursday morning again and not a Friday as I had hoped for. Asking myself what I should wear today I threw on a skirt and shirt combo and headed out the door to my car share. The day itself ticked along nicely until lunch whereby I had planned a lunch-date with my Dad's girlfriend who works just round the corner from me. Almost instantly conversation turned to Mr. Cheese and his disappointing absence from my world. Spending nearly an hour consuming ourselves with men problems I needed to return to my office and so we left. Upon arrival at my desk everything seemed normal. As the time dragged on more people started returning from their own lunch breaks. I thought nothing of it. Then I noticed people gossipping and a slow buzz took over the accounting department as mouths were twitching with a hum of knowledge. Now a few weeks ago it was apparent that our Administrator would be going on maternity leave very shortly to have a bouncy baby boy (well I'm hoping that they don't test him on the bouncy front, pretty sure that would kill the little mite). The company had started interviews for her role and I decided I would apply. Only I was too late. By the time I got to my manager's office to talk to her, the vacancy had been filled. No worries though, I already had a job I loved and would apply for something else if and when it came up. 

Within a few days there was a new face in the office and someone new to share the banter. Nevertheless a fortnight later here I was, at my desks, my fellow workers getting worked up about something. All of a sudden a colleague appeared by my side. Nothing unusual. "Probably some question I could help with" I thought, although I was secretly shitting myself thinking maybe I had done something wrong and that was the end of the line for me! Quite the opposite really. After turning to address the slim-figured women I was asked if I wanted the position of Credit Control Administrator? Stunned I asked why as the position had already been filled. It was then I found out what everyone was nattering about. The lady whom had been taken on in favour of 'yours truly' had disappeared and it was thought that she had simply done a runner on her lunch break, never to return again. As a grin started splitting my face, I knew I had bagged myself that illusive permanent job I had been searching for. Well for a year at least. Over the coming days I was told that the company would match my salary and I would benefit from holiday pay, sick pay and the option to join a pension scheme. Now truth be told most women tend not to return after a baby but even if the mom-to-be does come back I will have been grateful for the experience and appreciative for the opportunities it has given me. Today was my first day shadowing and I now have a further fortnight to gain all knowledge before the labour ward calls on the young-parent. 

So that's the work life, now onto the lurve life! Since the separation from suave Mr. Cheese, I have found myself bombarded with suitors from every angle; Dating websites, apps and just generally meeting people. Just so happens that between moving house, socialising with friends, going out with work, unpacking and bagging myself a career I have also managed to finally squeeze in a date. Whom you may ask? That little fortuitous Mr. Rockclimber. Following a lengthy conversation consisting of messages, SnapChat's and the odd text over the past three-months we finally decided enough was enough and that we needed to meet each other. 

Wrapping up warm and making sure that the new place was clean and tidy I forced myself into the cold, nearly-midnight air of Bedfordshire. "What are you doing?" I thought to myself. Truth be told I didn't know. What I did know was that it was very cold and I was meeting a man who I had been talking to for the past twelve weeks in a pub a short walk from my new flat at a very late hour in the evening. Upon meeting we shared a hug and ventured into the warmth for a beer. Conversation of good sorts followed - Food, the weather, friends and some funny little anecdotes I have also shared with you lot. But I think it was safe to say that I had pretty much made up my mind as soon as we locked eyes. Whilst I yearn to move on from the indecisive Mr. Cheese I am unable to. I wanted so much for Mr. Rockclimber to be a welcome distraction and a new lease of life for my young, wild and lustful intentions. Regardless of this fact he did indeed stay over that night, purely and simply because he was unable to get back home until the following morning. To answer your burning question - Yes we did. Strangely it was everything that I would have asked from a bed-partner; Romantic, hard, rough and yet so unbelievably soft and gentle with his hands that I swooned under his touch. But nothing. Nothing at all. I wanted to feel something. But all this encounter do for me was make me realise that my lactose-intolerance is not cured by finding someone else. Sadly I feel that Mr. Rockclimber and I wont work out. 

In fact, I wonder if I ever will sometimes - Meet the right one that is. Life was so uncomplicated and smooth running with Mr. Cheese it hard to imagine him not in it any more. I wish so hard that I could be simple and just "go with the flow" (Maaaaan) but I can't. I'm a girl. A women. I like cuddles and snuggles and bubbles of the belly variety. Mr. Cheese and I had a love-story to rival Disney; But instead of skipping off happily-ever-after, I'm indulging myself in any possible activity to take my mind off him - Secretly hoping he'll be beneath my window one day.

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

No Parachute!

Afternoon All, 

So after another uneventful day at the office, and just over half the working week finished off I was sat on my tangerine sofa watching the telly when I get a call from Miss Tweedle-Dumb. Knowing that our regular yet sporadic twilight conversations usually last several hours I settled into an even comfier position on the settee. Giggling away and talking of life we gossipped about my up and coming football mini-break with Mr. Cheese and his family in Exeter at the end of next month, as well as the sexy Mr. Cheese himself and how besotted I was. As we talked of boys and inside jokes the conversation turned towards the graduation ceremony Miss Tweedle-Dumb is going to for her boyfriend. I confirmed what date it was. She told me. I didn't understand. Had she got the weekends muddled up. No she hadn't. Suddenly I felt very sick and went very quiet for I had double booked. The weekend Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Miss Tweedle-Dee and I had planned a girlie weekend away in the Midlands was also the same weekend I was due to be in Exeter with Mr. Cheese and the family!

Clarifying time and time again I realised that it meant one thing. Bro's? Or Hoes? Whilst I knew what  had to do I didn't like having to choose. Silly me! So after finishing the conversation with Miss Tweedle-Dumb I knew who I had to call next. Dialling his number at quarter to ten in the evening, I knew he would be in bed and quite possibly asleep. He answered and my heart nearly fell out of my chest with fear. Straight away I blurted out my faux pas and instantly I could tell he wasn't happy about it. The worst of it was, on top of the fact I was looking forward to my very first football game, Mr. Cheese informed me that his Dad had switched round all the bookings only recently so we could share a room together. Feeling awful and not wanting his family to hate me I confessed that I would try and fix it, although I knew in my heart I couldn't. After talking for a while we ended the conversation with the hope that by the time we all got to our desks the next morning everything would have been solved and I could do both weekends, keeping everyone somewhat happy. Morning broke and so did the news. It wasn't possible to change our booking with the Tweedles and so I had to cancel on Mr. Cheese and his sexy self!

Regardless of this less than a few hours later I was invited to spend the evening in Mr. Cheese's company. But we would not be dining alone for it was his brother's birthday and the whole family had turned out in celebration of reaching a landmark age. Rushing home from work I applied the make-up and donned a flattering outfit teamed with heels and a smart blazer. Hair styled sweetly I was ready to go just as Mr. Cheese poked his head round the door to my flat. Speeding along the country lanes in the dark I could tell that he was running behind on schedule and that he was somewhat late. Arriving back at his family home awaiting a lift from his Dad we chatted to his brothers, including the birthday boy himself. After some casual banter we jumped in the car and headed for the restaurant and although the car atmosphere was relaxed I was still scared for the unknown of meeting the family properly and so I held Mr. Cheese's hand tightly all the way there. 

Dinner was amazing and whilst I felt as if I was being watched by every pair of eyes I feel I came across confident as held my own in conversation. Most of his family I had met in fleeting moments such as his Mom, Nan and Dad, his brothers I knew a little more, except from the oldest one who ended up not coming to dinner in the end. I was asked about my profession which made me proud to say I worked in finance. OK, so slightly stretching that there but I do kind of, even if it is calling companies up asking for money as a Credit Controller. I was asked about my own family and where I lived too and I felt strong in how I came across. banter between the brothers lasted through until we left, although there was not enough room in the car so Mr. Cheese and I waited in the bar whilst his Father took the rest of the family home. Just as everyone got up from the table and said our goodbyes I noticed Grandma Cheese whispering in Mr. Cheese's ear. It was obviously something about me (probably how brilliant I was, haha) and I tried to shrink into the background whilst I intently tried to listen to the little old lady's words of wisdom to her Grandson, but to no avail. 

Sitting in the bar Mr. Cheese and I cosied up whilst talking of the adventures we would have in Cambridge the following afternoon. As time passed his Dad came to collect us and take us both home to my flat. An evening of seduction followed with snuggles and kisses galore, refereeing the fact I was falling fasted than a lead balloon. But when morning broke it wasn't as pleasant. Answering the door in my pyjamas and ruffled sex hair, squinting into the weekend sun I saw my own father with some boxes containing Christmas stuff I had asked for a few days back that I had not had a chance to move yet from my Dad's garage. Dumping it on my doorstep he left for some meetings and promised a catch-up soon. I huffed them into the house before returning to bed and a snoring Mr. Cheese. 

Saturday afternoon was spent walking around Cambridge, eating on fabulous foods such as a white chocolate crepe with fresh strawberries and banana. Not thinking it fully through we then planned to meet up with the Tweedles, Miss Lace and Miss Tweedle-Dumb's boyfriend within a couple of hours for dinner. After a relaxed dinner with lots of appreciated attention from Mr. Cheese we went our separate ways and whilst Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Lace went to see a new band, Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Mr. Cheese and I headed back to the Boyfriend's for some drinks and casual chill out before heading home ourselves. All four of us connected well over conversation of graduations, holidays and sports. It was so nice to finally have someone to share my time with amongst some of my best friends and I really appreciated the effort Mr. Cheese made with the girls, something I can't ever remember Mr. Workaholic doing. Although as the cider kept flowing I soon realised that it was time to go, although stumbling to my feet I realised just how strong the cider I had been drinking was. After bidding our farewells Mr. Cheese and I boarded the night bus back to Bedford. Although slightly intoxicated I soon sobered up, especially when coach-conversation turned to 'us'!

Yet again the conversation arose whereby we discussed our feelings for one another and how much we care and like each other. I stated how I was still scared about committing fully to someone especially when we are both so young still and have a lot more of life to explore before settling down into a long term and steady relationship. But we also grappled with the fact that we feel so strongly for one another that it may not be as simple to just walk away. A situation, most defiantly. However something I had come across in which Mr. Cheese had never confided in me before was the fact that whilst things are so amazingly great right now, he wonders as to whether it would all go downhill if things became exclusive with a full blown relationship. It got me thinking admittedly, but I know in my heart this is me and I wouldn't change just because I was now something more serious. Besides, its too late now, Ive jumped from the helicopter of Singlesville and am now hurtling towards the ground with no parachute and no safety net! Fuck!

Stating my honest feelings seemed to put him at ease but as to where we stand now. Well that's something that may need some time. Good thing we have some. The next fortnight I will spend apart form my dear Mr. Cheese as we are both tied up in our own commitments such as work, friends and family not to mention football, writing and hobbies. This coming weekend Mr. Cheese is off to the Midlands to visit old Uni friends whilst I shall be partying with Miss Chocolate on Friday and Saturday relaxing by the pool in a spa with some good friends and a masseuse called Chantelle rubbing me down with oil! Ahh Bliss.

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

Meeting the Friends and Hearts That Mend

Hello to you, 

My, my what a week it has been. A week of mischief, meetings and marvellous company. To be honest it was as sticky as I expected, what with meeting Mr. Cheese's friends and all. It could have been a lot worse. Like if his ex-girlfriend had turned up. Yeah could have been a tad awkward there?!

So as I sat at my desk and slogged it out at my new job in finance I realised that it was again that time in the week where it was home-time on a Friday evening. Packing my stuff up and hitching a ride to the station from a kind work colleague again I would be lying f I wasn't nervous a little bit about meeting the friends of illustrious Mr. Cheese. Although I should be thankful in the fact that I only met one, a fellow female, on Friday evening and then had the weekend to recover before meeting the old school friends gang on Sunday evening to celebrate a friends birthday. Slouched in the passenger's seat of the little red run-around as the sun slowly settled on the horizon over Bedfordshire I soon realised  that in fact I did look like dog shit. My band tee and jeans were fine for work on a dress-down-Friday, but for meeting pretty much Mr. Cheese's best friend; Mmm, Not so much! Thing is that all week I had been planning what I was going to wear and how my hair would be and what style of make-up to go for. A nice sheer floaty blouse to make me look not like a hippo in drag, simple make up topped with killer heels that would hopefully wow the BFF into giving me the seal of approval. And whilst I had made it to the town where we planned to meet for dinner and drinks in good time, I knew I wouldn't have enough time to grab something new to wear. So I embraced my trampiness and rocked it in my 'cool' t-shirt and wedged-boots. 

Walking from the station though I figured would be alot easier and quicker than waiting for public transport, plus it would be a fun walk. Oh and how right I was! Teetering down the road, head down, thinking of conversation starters and making sure my hair didn't go crazy I suddenly hear a voice from behind. I listened, tuning in to what they were ranting about. It was me! "Work it honey! Work it! That's it swing your hips!" the womanly voice bellowed down the busy street. As I tried to ignore it I knew I would have to turn around and acknowledge this Guru somehow. Expecting someone from America's Next Top Model shouting encouraging tips for walking in heels I was shocked to find that as I turned around it was not Tyra Banks but someone who resembled a meatball. There I was walking down Hitchin High Street, minding my own business when all of a sudden Dumpling-features starts raining down heel help. Smiling I turned back around hoping she would stop. She didn't. Continuing I could tell she wouldn't give up until I did as she asked. So I relaxed my ankles, pointed my toes, pushed my chest and my buttocks out and swayed my hips like never before. Now Girls, you know what I mean when you secretly line up the paving stones on the ground or see an empty corridor and you then spring into action, taking on the persona of a skinny model thundering down a D&G catwalk runway. Bag on your arm. Stern look on your face. Working it. Somehow the Meatball's encouragement worked and I stomped into town in style, feeling alot better about myself, despite the embarrassment.

As Mr. Cheese and I sat in the local bar awaiting the impending doom of meeting his lady friend we chatted as normal. I noticed in the corner of the bar a man sitting alone. After watching for some moments, a women walked in and sat down with him. A first date. It threw me back to my first date with Mr. Cheese and oh how memorable that one was. Gazing forever into his eyes I forgot that I looked a mess and slowly let the cider wash away my remaining fears of aesthetics. Smitten, I was about to say something I had never said out loud for the first time properly, when Mr. Cheese's old university pal arrived and I stood to greet her, knowing that I could just simply tell him later on. Conversation flowed right away, thanks to Mr. Cheese elaborating on the fact that I quiet openly fancy another one of his house-mates from uni days I have yet to meet. As giggles were shared so were stories of what we all do for a living and as time passed we began to get more hungry. And so off to the Mexican we went. 

A wonderful meal later and several snigger's about the names on some of the yummy cocktails Mr. Cheese, the friend and I retired to the bar upstairs and continued the conversation around awkward moments, usually to do with me. I loved how Mr. Cheese gave me the floor to be myself and tell brilliant stories of my past, and since I adore nothing more than being the centre of attention it was perfect and it was safe to say that I was in my element. Soon minutes turned to hours and eventually it was time to go home, but not before heading for some cheeky shots in a bar nearer town. All three of us encountered slippery nipples, threesomes and nearly a screaming orgasm, all without taking our clothes off. Gotta love the naming of some drinks 'eh? Then again, I was fully aware that the screaming orgasm was only moments away when Mr. Cheese and I got home, and I'm not talking beverages. 

Throwing me across the bed and diving on top of me our naked bodies embraced each other in a hot battle. Sliding me across my silken bedsheets I hung off the end of the bed whilst he made sure the neighbours knew his name. Oh what a god that man is! Defiantly one to save for the 'Bank'. Saturday morning Mr. Cheese woke me as usual when either of us sleeps over, by gently kissing me on the forehead to wake me from my slumber. How wonderful! It was at this moment that I remembered what I wanted to tell Mr. Cheese the previous evening in the pub before his female friend turned up. But before I had a chance he said how he was hungry and to be honest I needed to get up as I had a train to catch at midday to go visit my Grandad whom was in Hospital near London. "Its OK" I told myself you can let him know later on. Meeting my Uncle, Aunt and their two adorable boys I knew I would enjoy their company for the day even though the circumstances weren't great. After arriving home from the Hospital, shattered from my cousin's rambunctiousness all I wanted was a quiet Saturday evening was spent lounging in front of the box, snuggled up with Mr. Cheese and that's what I got. Laying in his arms as we drifted off to sleep I said what I had been meaning to say all weekend, but alas he had fallen asleep. Bless.

Sunday morning I felt prepared to say it again as I made breakfast for a sleepy Mr. Cheese. Mmm, Warm toasted bagels with smoked salmon and cheese spread and a pot of breakfast tea to wash it all down. I think Mr. Cheese enjoyed it at least I hoped so? Mind you, I didn't hear any complaining as he chomped down and watched Match Of The Day with me on the sofa, cuddled in a soft, fleecy blanket but before we knew it half the day had disappeared and we were sat, entwined in each others limbs watching what I call 'House Porn' which is basically really nice houses on house programmes that you know can never own without robbing a bank. Mr. Cheese and I shared ideas of the perfect home and thus a perfect image of the future was starting to blossom. Quickly I stamped it out though, knowing that I didn't want to get my hopes up and putting all my eggs in one basket. 

After a lazy afternoon it was soon time for the last encounter of the weekend. The old school friends. This time I made sure I looked the dog's bollocks rather than the dog's ass. As I lay down beside Mr. Cheese as he napped I gazed longingly at his face as he dozed. I thought of what I wanted to say and how I would word it again and again. Eventually he awoke and told me how stunning I looked. I figured this was a better time than any to tell him how I had been feeling since last weekend. It was then that I confessed how I was loosing my war and that whilst I try to fight it nearly every day and at every moment I am with him, I am, in actual fact, falling madly in love with Mr. Cheese. To this his response was initially I think shock. Don't know why. I'm a babe! (Obviously ironic because I am not a babe ... Much!) He didn't really say much after that. Just silence. I genuinely did not expect anything back as I know he is not in the same place I am right now in terms of mind, body and soul; but I at least expected some words. Finally he broke the awkwardness and said that whilst he had not yet thought about those feelings or idea's yet, he did really like me and cared for me very much. Well. Its something right?

Later that evening as we walked into the quiet, country pub where Mr. Cheese and I had our second date, I felt more nervous than Friday night. A larger group and more to impress. "Bring it on!" I thought. The birthday card seemed to go down well, as did the illustrations inside. Yet again the night flew by in a haze of idle small talk and standard conversing. I spoke to a lovely man whom shared a passion for all things British like myself including Margret Thatcher - god rest her soul, and shared in my argument that England needs a lady in charge. I also talked with a training doctor/surgeon and an aspiring writer and his graphic designer girlfriend. Yes. Mr. Cheese's friends are posh. Yes. Most of them went to private schools. Yes. They all went to university and had degrees. And there I was. Little state-school, university drop-out, uninteresting me. For the first time in a long while I was in the background of the event and for some odd reason I cannot understand why, every time I went to open my mouth and say something the whole pub would go quiet, hanging on what I was about to say. And then I would just muddle my words and make a congealed mess of my sentence. Yes. I was definitely the most unintellectual person there. They must have thought I was on day release or something?! As the night wore on though and people started leaving for bed I felt more at ease and started sharing anecdote of life with the birthday boy and his missus. Then came the question.

"So, how long have you too been together then?" asked the birthday novelist himself, imposing the idea that we were in fact a couple. Awkwardly I looked at Mr. Cheese in panic, knowing that we hadn't really thought about tackling these types of questions. Stepping forward though he simple said that we had just been seeing each other for a few months. Phew! Close call. Then the question about how we met from the graphic-designer-girlfriend and I explained away our first date with ease and soon the conversation moved on, not before being told that I was a keeper and that we should totally hook up. Screaming in my head I thought "Jeez, I'm working on it here!" as I smiled politely and took the compliments, blushing and looking at the ground. As last orders were rung out from the bell by the bar I whispered to Mr. Cheese that I was going to the bathroom and to watch my bag. As I turned to walk away he pulled me back slightly before I got too far and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Grinning like a Cheshire cat I scurried off to the bathroom and did a happy dance as I was followed by a chorus of "Awwhs" from his friends.

And so that has been my week so far, well the weekend at least. Work isn't all that interesting I am sure you will agreed. Living for the weekend is the best, especially when you have great people to spend it with. All this fluffy 'Love' stuff has got me thinking about the future though. Maybe a little too much? I mean I am still young and so is Mr. Cheese. Do I really want to tie myself down into another relationship again. I don't know. I love being single. But I also love the feeling that I get when I'm in a relationship. I like spending time with Mr. Cheese alot and can't think of anything better to do with my time. But I also have to live a little before settling down again me thinks. Uhh, and here in lies the issues! 

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

The Elastic Band Effect

Afternoon All, 

Well, after last week's relaxed mental state after having many a question answered the whirlwind in my head had started to die down. That was until I met up with some of my family over the weekend and made me realize that maybe it was the eye of the storm for now I am in my second full day of not saying a word to Mr. Cheese! I know. Trust me, I am just as freaked out as you are right now. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly up until now. So what happened? Well, allow me to explain ...

It all started with Friday evening and a night out with Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Miss Tweedle-Dee and their work colleague Miss Lace. We all went to London to see some live music from a band who were dragged up from our adolescents and still sounded as good as they did all them many moons ago when I was still chasing after boys and wearing a school uniform - Not that anything has changed, apart from maybe the uniform. It was good fun but as the girls departed, my night had only just began! I arrived in West London to be greeted by a warm face and was pulled in for a big hug even before the tube barriers had let me through. Mr. Cheese was warm and inviting and secretly I had missed him. Alot. But of course I was never going to tell him that, or the fact that I had been waiting all week to have a weekend like the one ahead of us; Or at least so I thought. 

Stumbling into his flat he shut the front door and we almost immediately jumped into bed. But something was wrong. I was wide awake and there was only one thing that could send me to sleep satisfied and contented. Whilst I struggled to fall asleep 'naturally' Mr. Cheese held me in his arms and although it sounds like magic, I was finding it harder and harder to resist him. As I slowly started to tease and play he got the idea and I suppose its safe to say that I got what I needed that night in more ways than one. I'm glad to report that things are getting better and better in the bedroom department, although I am still left hungry for more every time! 

As the sun rose on Saturday morning, Mr. Cheese begged to take me to breakfast out along the main High Street. Looking at the time there was simply no hope of squeezing in a takeaway coffee let alone a full blown sit-down scoff. We dressed and Mr. Cheese walked me to the station. Parting our ways, Mr. Cheese attended a rugby game with his family and I visited mine. First stop was my grandparents who utilised the fact that I was round their house to help with some printing but all was in vain as the printing still came out as blotchy as before. Almost as soon as I had walked through the door on their little bungalow, I was questioned about my love-life and all manner of things within it. Topic of conversation fell straight towards Mr. Cheese and where it was all going not to mention my dilemma of the Christmas plans with his family up North. The same conversation was dug up when I met up with my Dad for dinner that evening. My Dad warned me and reminded me of just how far it is a fall from grace as was with Mr. Workaholic. "I don't want you having your heart broken again sweetheart" Dad said with a concerned look on his face. He knew what I was like. Falling hard and fast for people before I know the bigger picture.Still, the chat with family somewhat it put my mind at ease. Just simply being able to talk it out was good, but it forced me to remember just how wrong it can all go. 

Arriving back into London on Saturday evening, Mr. Cheese and I spent the evening chatting to his house mate about films and hobbies before we started bitching about people we knew. And boy can men be catty. After making our way through several bottles of cider, champagne and indulging in cake, cheese and fruit; Mr. Cheese and I thought it would be time to retire to bed. I was looking forward to the fact that neither of us had to be up early in the morning, nor did we have any plans for Sunday either. 'A whole day in bed' I thought. Ponders of how I would give his cranky neighbours something to shout about raced through my head as a cheeky smile played across my face. Slipping into a night shirt I knew would be tossed across the room within the hour I clambered into bed. Snuggling on Mr. Cheese's chest whilst a nature programme played in the background, I started to play with his chest hair but little did Mr. Cheese know that this was only the beginning of my favourite game of all. Cat and Mouse. The teasingly frustrating climb to seduction whereby it all ends with two hot, breathless, exhausted bodies ready for bed. Properly. 

However this was not how the evening panned out. In fact the animals on the television got more action in twenty minutes than I did in seventy-two hours being in Mr. Cheese's company. 'Maybe Mr. Cheese was just playing a better game? Maybe I have met my match? Was he enjoying winding me up and is he ever going to give in and let me have it?' I thought to myself. I hoped Sunday would be better and agreeing with Mr. Cheese that we were in fact both tired I drifted off to sleep, limbs entangled and his head on my chest. But as I awoke for the second consecutive night in a row I felt a soft wet kiss on my cheek. Opening my peepers I saw a bright blue-eyed Mr. Cheese gazing at me. Finally we had nothing to rush out the door for. Nothing planned to interrupt. Just us. Well that and the fact that we were both gradually wasting away in bed. In between kisses I noticed that I was being more affectionate than Mr. Cheese was to me. I held back a little to see what he would do. To my dismay he kept turning away from me, rolling his body in the opposite direction. Finding this odd I tried to turn him on but with no luck. Was I unattractive? Did he want to have sex with me? Was I really that wobbly? 

After giving up all hope of morning sex we finally we made the decision to get up and go for the breakfast I had promised him yesterday. And although there was the promise of returning to bed later on after we had eaten I knew that it would be highly unlikely. How right I was. After feasting on a wonderful breakfast we spent some quality time in the Autumn sunshine walking hand in hand around West London where Mr. Cheese lives and exploring antique shop's and cafes in between sneaks into the delicatessen and pet shop. Before heading home we bought ice-creams for one last ditch attempt to soak up summer. I took this opportunity to use the frozen desert to my advantage although I don't think he was paying attention.

Back at his flat I spent the next few hours listening and attempting to understand football as there was a game on and Mr. Cheese plus house mate were completely engrossed. Just as I thought about going home the suggestion of watching some more television in bed, minus the house mate, came into play. 'Mmm, how wonderful would it be to end it on a high?' I thought selfishly in my head as we got under the blankets. But all Mr. Cheese wanted to do was cuddle. Just hug and hold each other as we watched other mammals getting some on telly. Again I tried to work my magic but nothing. Mr. Cheese just kept saying how he wanted to simply snuggle. I reluctantly gave up my efforts and as I did suddenly out spilt my heart and all the worries I had for the future.

Now I suppose from the outside this is cute and adorable. It should be nice that he doesn't just want to fuck and be done with it. A true gentleman. But this weekend and the inactivity of my vagina has left me wondering weather I'm good enough? Surely this is the honeymoon period where we can barely keep our hands off each other, sneaking into quiet woodland to have a secret passionate kiss and a naughty fumble. I feel as though we have reached a stand still. I really like this guy more than I thought I ever could, especially after Mr. Workaholic, but I find myself wondering what is wrong. It seems like he doesn't like me as much as I like him. The worry is that, like Mr. Workaholic, I will become attached and a part of his life, only for him to one day rip me apart and leave me in a shredded, tattery heap on the floor desperately clinging to the life I had once more. It doesn't help when Mr. Cheese explains that after only having been in one relationship which lasted nearly four years which ended around this time last year, he doesn't know what else is out there. That terrifies me beyond my wildest nightmares. I have been there. I have put other people through the heart-ache of a break-up with no reasoning. But I have also been on the receiving end of this chest-ripping pain and its something I don't want to ever return to.

The fact that Mr. Cheese say I make him happier than his Ex ever did and that I am all he has ever looked for in a partner still makes him reluctant to answer the question of where this all is going. As time flew by I explained my concerns with Mr. Cheese and discussed my concerns. You see everyone, Mr. Cheese isn't just another fling, another notch on my bedpost. He is someone I can see spending my days with happy and content laughing away as the months turn into years. Mr. Cheese is gentlemanly and kind and generous and intelligent and wonderful in so many ways. I am not so opposed to the idea of becoming a 'G' friend as I was when Mr. Cheese and I first met. But for him I feel that he is in the same place as I was when I met Mr. Coffee. Madly infatuated but also cautious not to get it wrong and hurt anyone in the process. I understand where he might be at the moment and I know I'm stressing over nothing but I just needed some space from him to clear my head and think straight and sensibly about what to do next.

And so like an elastic band I have stretched far and kept my distance whilst I sort through this mess I have gotten myself into. I know that by this time next week I will have pinged back, straight into his warm embrace. I just hope that this time I will have grown on him like the mold in which he has cultivated me with. In a good way of course. So hurry up Mr. Cheese ... Infest me! 

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

Bombarded With Questions!

Morning All, 

Hard to believe that this time last year I was still in the gloomy rainclouds of my break-up with Mr. Workaholic. A year on, with the sunshine and rainbows of last week still lingering I couldn't think of a time where I have been happier in a long while. The pestering questions are still there from last week, constantly nagging and reminding me that at some point a decision has to be made - But after the weekend I have had, I think that a special someone has already made that decision for me ... 

So after a few days off work from my old job at the windscreen company I began to prepare for a lazy weekend with Mr. Cheese as well as my fast approaching first day in the new role as an office junior in the finance sector. The Tweedles and I had planned a night out on the tiles at a gay bar but unfortunately Miss Tweedle-Dumb was involved in a car accident on the way home from work. Thankfully everyone was OK but sadly the car was not and as a result was a write off. Rest in peace 'Blu Cantrell' the Corsa. Nevertheless I was glad to have the Friday evening to prepare myself for a day (and even more so an evening) with Mr. Cheese. And so the pampering, preening and all-round de-fuzz was to commence!

At just gone eleven in the morning I was greeted with a wide smile, a hug and an unexpected kiss from Mr. Cheese as he rocked up in his cute blue car and away we went. First on the agenda for the day was a walk around the countryside just outside of Bedford in his home village. Trundling down the country back road's I could hear his nerves showing in the way he drove and I tried my best to be as still and as silent so as not to make his disposition worse. As we approached his village he went on to explain his younger brother's eighteenth the previous evening and how all the family had arrived to celebrate. I didn't really need an answer to the next question I was about to ask because as Mr. Cheese pulled the tiny car into the farm lane on which he lived outside the balloon adorned house was several cars. Not only this but the vehicle's were also accompanied by their owners and passengers. The Family! They hadn't left as early as Mr. Cheese had hoped and now I was about to meet the potential in-laws! There was Grandma's and Uncle's and Aunt's and Cousin's. Alot to take in but as the engine was switched off and the driver's door was opened I knew I had to make an impression; And a good one at that.

Stepping out of the car onto the wet gravel I walked toward Mr. Cheese, slightly nervous and anxious about being thrust into the limelight. I enjoyed knowing that this was maybe the start of something a little more serious than a couple of dates and secret nights spent in each others arms. I was introduced as 'Abbey' and before Mr. Cheese even had the chance to give me a dreaded label I said hello and politely waved. Seconds later everyone left and I could breath easy. Until that is I took not of the abode we were at. A beautiful family home set in wild countryside and with modern extensions but still keeping a oldy-worldy vibe. Staring at the front door and the scenery surrounding it I couldn't have though of a more idealistic and perfect family home. Shushing my own thoughts of future family and pushing them aside Mr. Cheese apologised and swiftly welcomed me in. The inside was just as mind-blowing as the exterior. I wouldn't have been able to imagine such perfection and quaintness if I tried. Several reception rooms, a large beautiful garden adorned with flowers and a secret vegetable patch as well as a glorious kitchen and lounge for entertaining. I couldn't have dreamt it any nicer. 

After once again fighting the urge to flap about his parents house we decided to have a warm cuppa before heading out on our walk. After finishing up and popping everything in the sink we went to out our shoes on. But what was that. I heard foot steps on the landing. Youngest of all four brothers was up and like Batman himself hoofed down the stairs only to be greeted by a strange lady with purple-hair and wearing a dungaree dress. I said hello. It was only polite. After making very, very small talk with the teenager Mr. Cheese and I held hands as we walked the country lanes and farm land surrounding his majestic home. Carefully manoeuvring our way across muddy fields I felt like I was a kid again; Laughing and giggling without a care in the world. Just me and my Mr.Cheese!

Once we had reached a beauty spot we turned to look out over the hills towards Bedford itself watching it rise in the chilly weekend sunshine. Turning to me we began to cuddle and it wasn't long before we started to make idle chit-chat. Now after my awfully embarrassing stint on the box with regards to the dating show I went on in May/June I have since been blessed with the pet name 'Lemon Lady'. I think it's cute and says alot about both our personalities. All of a sudden though, as if I hadn't had enough shock for the day so far I think I heard some frightening but very romantically sweet words escape from Mr. Cheese's soft and kissable lips.After pulling me into his torso for a snuggle he made what seemed to me to be a passing comment. A simple gesture of appreciation. "I love you Lemon Lady" Mr. Cheese said through hushed tones. I heard it though. We both did. Or did we? Did I? Did he just say the 'L' word in a round about way? Oh goodness! A little speechless I lay against his warm body as he stroked my hair. As the silence set in I knew that there would be more questions to add to the growing list!

Arriving back at Mr. Cheese's family home I was greeted by his other older brother and again sat down for some more tea before once again heading off out for a potter around some local shops and coffee shops. Returning to the house simply to drop off the car we had a brief chat with the brothers about football and I stood there pretending to know what they were on about. But then the door went and in walks the king and queen of the palace! Mother and Father. Shortly followed by the birthday boy himself after visiting a university together. Smiling and wide-eyed I tried my hardest not to be terrified of meeting the people who probably meant the most to Mr. Cheese. They seemed wonderful, loving and warm people and as I left that afternoon I was hoped to been seen again from Mumma Cheese. I took it with a pinch of salt and tried not to think about the future in too much detail. Best not to get your hopes up in these situations unless they come tumbling down. 

Then it was back to mine for what was meant to be a relaxing film before dinner out at a fancy restaurant. Safe to say that the film was never shown but I had starters before we even left my flat. Cheeky I know but that is the one thing that I enjoy doing to a lover. Going down on someone can be hard for alot of girls and women out there, hell I was once one of them - Terrified of the 'S or S' situation as well as the taste and the whole issue of fellatio. But for Mr. Cheese it's much more than just 'giving head'. The trembles and quivers make it all worth it, not to mention the way it send shivers down my own spine. Besides compared to the rest of my previous Don Juan's, Mr. Cheese is by far the tastiest of all my meals!

After dinner I went to the bathroom only to discover something horrifying! I wont mention what but it was scary and could well have ruined the evenings entertainment but I am glad to say that it was just a blip (no pun intended) and all is well. Just to be on the safe side, it was done with the lights off just in case Aunt Urma did make an unwelcome appearance between the sheets. Returning to the table Mr. Cheese continued conversation and somehow we got around to the subject of Christmas, especially what with being less than a hundred days to go! Once more the shock train hit me, but this time at a much higher speed and one that has left me pondering and stressing about this since it was first bairn. Through hushed voices and nervous mumbles Mr. Cheese asked me to join him and his family for Christmas away visiting more family in a snowy picturesque part of the North-East England. As romantically beautiful as it is the idea of being away from my own family at such an important time of year brings about a bunch more of questions. I could tell that Mr. Cheese meant well and really wanted me to be there but I just don't know if I could live up to the ex-girlfriend. I'm not a Cambridge Anthropology student and I don't have a high flying career or even anything that exciting about me I don't think so I don't know how his family will see me when compared to her. Besides you can't just invite a 'new friend' to spend Christmas with the possible in-laws. There has to be a title - Another thing that scares me shitless! Something to be pondered upon and thought about at a later date though ...

After the meal it was yet again another Saturday evening spent in a blissful and heated passion with Mr. Cheese. Much better than our first time last week but still some more positions to test run! As a larger lady I didn't think I would approve of being on-top as a first choice of positioning but as it goes it seems like this is the best way for me to get off and Mr. Cheese doesn't seem to mind much either! It even ended with us panting into the warm atmosphere as we climaxed together and exhausted it ended with snuggles and pillow talk. After a few hours though I discovered Mr. Cheese's tickle spots and this then progressed into further sexual delight and it was at some point during this pure ecstasy that the phrase "I am a machine!" was born. Think of "I am Sparta" and your along the same sort of lines as I was thinking when I said it. Although on this occasion I was wearing a fluffy, mauve jumper and continued to wear this throughout our escapades as Mr. Cheese playfully pinned me down and continued to send me into dizzying heights. For all you that are asking ... Yes Mr. Cheese did manage the big 'O'. I think. I don't really know what one feels like so I think that's what it was. It felt good anyhow!

Upon waking early Sunday morning I realised as I faced a cool magnolia wall that I was unable to turn around for fear of melting his face off with my god-awful morning breath. In my sleepy slumber yet another great line blessed my lips. I also had to contend with the fact that I had Panda eyes due to not taking off my make-up the night before. Should have just worn a paper bag to bed really. Sexy! It was also at this point that I realized I was starkers and exclaimed "Oh dear lord I'm Naked!" to which my bed-buddies reply was a simple, breathy "So am I" whispered softly in my ear. This line still makes him chuckle. Although after much attempting to make him stay in bed and fuck once more I realised it was all in vain as he left early to meet some old Uni friends in Oxford.

So after such a manic weekend I am now left with a whole host of questions that need answering but essentially I think they have been answered already for me. In fact, I know they have! I just need to let my head know that and accept that maybe a relationship is on the cards in the future? But for now this coming week consists of celebration as I turn Twenty-Two tomorrow. Olright, don't all rush forward with your presents ...


'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

Not A Cloud In The Sky

Hello everyone, 

So I know that for many of you this week's will be very much an anticipated post about life thus far since Mr. Cheese got home from his Greek adventures. I have even had Miss Tweedle-Dumb and Miss Tweedle-Dee emailing me their own rendition of things. Well here's hoping you wont be disappointed ...

After finishing work early I headed straight to the shops for some much needed alcohol for the impending night out with Miss Chocolate. Why did I leave work early? Because I thought I had an interview. But as per usual I had muddled it up and booked the wrong day off. It was in fact for Monday morning. Irrespective of my inaccuracy I bagged the job and am now working as a Credit Controller for a large industrial machinery company. I know what your thinking - Nine months and four jobs. But what can I say, I like the change! Heading back home to collect my things for the night out I mooched about until it was time to leave. Upon arrival to Miss Chocolate's abode I wasted no time in getting stuck into pre-drinking and talking about life in general. We discussed my upcoming birthday plans and of course my date the following day with Mr. Cheese. As we kept talking, in between taking selfies and putting on make-up, the drinks continued to be poured and before long I was well on my way to loosing all inhibitions. Soon after we left in a cab and arrived at the club in due time but not before stopping off and having a healing from a god-squader who wore very long fake nails and had a head tattoo. Straight to the bar a necked a few before dashing to the dance floor. 

After a few hours and even more drinks I had thought it would be a good idea to email Mr. Cheese although the content of which I am unable to recall. Probably something about dancing and drinking far too much. Throughout this though Miss Chocolate and I have been dancing the hours away with some very dodgy characters, one of which was walking around a fairly packed nightclub with nothing less than a hard-on. Only in Luton would that be acceptable. Nevertheless our night continued. Dancing along suddenly I was approached from behind (No pun intended and anyone who knows me personally knows that this scares me greatly) and grabbed my hand. pulling me in for a hug he whispered in my ear "Follow my lead". Confused I didn't have time to think before he whirled me around the sticky, tiled floor. A space in the crowd formed and in seconds I had turned into a dancing pro; tapping my feet to the Charleston, Mamba and the Waltz. Who was this weirdo though and what did he want? Well apparently he wanted to buy me a drink. I obliged and we headed to the bar. Small talk followed and then the drinks. Not one. Not two. Not three. But four drinks. Granted two were intended for Miss Chocolate but since she didn't like the chosen beverage I adopted it to my bloodstream instead. After some sneaking around Me and Miss Chocolate scurried away from our drinks dispenser and found a quiet corner to guzzle. He found us though and wanted to tell me how rude it was to run away. I explained to him loudly how buying me a drink does not mean I am forced to spend the rest of the night with him and indeed leave with him either. He soon left me to my alcohol and wing-women. 

The night progressed and as it did the more photo's and the more emails were sent, although this was not my only concern of the night. According to legend there was many a frog in the club that night and only a fair maiden such as myself (don't laugh) could cure them of such hideous facial disfigurement. Safe to say no amount of drunken kisses could make them more handsome and so in the small hours of Saturday morning Miss Chocolate and I left for our beds, but not before being followed out of the nightclub and nearly out the doors by one frog in particular obviously wanting more. Smiling and waving as I left I knew that my ego was growing out of control, but by morning came it was back to the usual uninhibited self. 

Finally after spending the morning being shouted at by Miss Chocolate to get up and out of bed I left for London, Jelly Belly well in-toe. Shaved, trimmed, tidied and ready in case anything was to happen and we just couldn't continue with the day until our sexual appetite was satisfied. And so as I approached the grey, shininess of the city there he was to great me, as promised underneath the romantic Marble Arch on the edge of London's Hyde Park. Although I was twenty-odd minutes late he didn't seem to mind and we embraced and talked of our time apart. It was all planned out in my head. We would start off with a picnic by the Serpentine and then head to the Natural History Museum for a potter. Why I hear you ask? Well my dear's Mr. Cheese is very clever and studied ancient Greek history at university. Now since there wasn't a ancient Greek history museum in London that he hadn't been to I thought I would tie in his love of history and Zebra's to make it the best choice next to the Zoo which wouldn't be great if it was raining. As we walked around the green flower gardens of Hyde Park it was at this point my home-made picnic fit for a king and queen was beginning to get heavy. I suggested a pretty spot by the Thames to eat our picnic but after a heavy night of drinking my stomach still did not agree with food but even still I picked until I was satisfied I had dented the amount I brought. 

The rest of the day was spent walking round the expensive shopping quarters in the west of the city stopping off at a cafe for tea and cake. I settled for fruit juice as the belly still didn't know where I was. Hours flew by and I was enjoying myself being around Mr. Cheese although it did take me most the day to pluck up the courage to hold his hand. Naaw! But before long we had dinner in front of us at a simple yet contemporary fish and chip shop in Covent Garden, somewhere a little townie such as my self had never been to before. As the twilight crept in we continued our city tour in under the cover of darkness and the London lights, stopping off at Trafalgar Square, seeing Big Ben, and the Eye, Piccadilly Circus and Nelson's Column. The only thing we missed out on my trip to the capital was Buckingham Palace - But seriously who can complain when you have a cute guy kissing you sweetly beneath the twinkling and bustling action of London Town?

I know what you are all wondering now though. Where did it go? Well I am never one to kiss and tell (at least not yet anyway) although I shall tell you that after an excuse of a nice cuppa we did in fact end up back at Mr. Cheese's very, very nice flat in West London. Surprisingly though,  for a male in his early twenties there are no naked girls plastered on his bedroom walls, only innocent photo's of friends and family. Oh and flags. I think he is a bit obsessed with flags?! Hmmm. But yes I digress. After tea we talked and gradually things started to simmer and whilst the pot didn't boil over as expected or anticipated it was a nice and lovely. Maybe Mr. Cheese has left room for the pot to explode next time we meet which will be this weekend? Oh I do hope so! More than half a year without some hard, hot action and I am in need of a good session that will leave me exhausted and content not disappointed and flat like last time. 

I woke up at 5am on Sunday morning feeling awful and knowing that I couldn't be sick in Mr. Cheese's lovely home I planned on leaving early. Sitting on the edge of the bed and watching him whilst he snoozed (I'm not weird OK everyone does that ... Right?!) I realised that maybe we had made a huge mistake letting things get this far. Was it too soon? Is this the best thing to do? Where do we even go from now? Is this it? To be honest I don't think that really helped my Jelly Belly situation and instantaneously I felt a wave of sickness from the realisation of what had happened the previous night and the serious questions that followed. Mr. Cheese soon woke though and made me melt when he simply rolled over and kissed me on the forehead before asking if I was hungry or wanted tea. Maybe this was it after all? I declined Mr. Cheese's offer and explained I would be leaving soon, although that soon changed when I decided his chest wig and cute tee-pee moob's was much more comfy than the long train journey home. I finally left just after lunch time, although a quick exit was induced as Mr Cheese's flat mate got back from her own escapades just minutes after finishing round three.

All in all though a wonderful weekend of naked cuddles, tender kisses and whispered sweet nothings all topped off with enough pillow talk to smother an elephant. However the questions still prevail; Was it too soon? Is this it? Where do we go from now? All these things. All happening at once. Finally maybe my luck is changing and it seems as I look up theoretically the sun is out and there is not a cloud in the sky ...

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

The Fallen Gods Of Tin Foil ...

Hello, 

So after last week's spur of the moment passion with Mr. Cheese I have been rather lonely this week. Its surprising how much you miss someone when they're not texting or emailing you constantly. Obviously I would never tell Mr. Cheese to his face that I missed him and that every moment was a complete drag as I did not have his prose and linguistics to keep me entertained. Well at least not until he says it first! Haha. 

After receiving several emails from Mr. Cheese I am glad to say that whilst I am really enjoying this sudden change in my love life, I am not wholly kean on the idea of a full blown relationship. Besides, if I am brutally honest I still would like to live life as a Singleton. Not in a slaggy way but I enjoy the fact that I can make time for myself, friends and family without having to think what the other-half will think of me spending my time. I'm happy to have Mr. Cheese though don't get me wrong, but the word 'Boyfriend' still scares me. Mr. Cheese and I have discussed this however and we are both happy being as we are with no labels and no stamp to drag us down. But since our discussion I have found myself stumbling upon possibilities and I would not be impartial to the idea now it has been temporarily decided. Not right away though. Don't want to wish away my freedom yet!

But yes I feel myself more accepting of him now than before. Maybe because I am slowly in control of my falling but also because he is sooo different to all of the others? He is not perfect. But then again who is. I sure as hell am not, so why should I expect someone I'm dating to be. I think that ever since Mr. Workaholic and I split I can now see that whilst you may think you have 'The One' and 'Mr. Perfect' they are probably in disguise - A horrible, ogre-like, weedy creature underneath the mask who is horrible to you but all you see is their beauty and perfection. I suppose love really does make you blind! What I think I need is a knight in shining armour, maybe on a zebra steed ... Or just a bumbling buffoon in tin foil that can make me happy. Not much to ask for I think?

Now, as you may know already some of you, it has been a Bank Holiday here in the UK, and for once I actually didn't end up drinking copious amounts of alcohol. Mainly because Miss Chocolate was packing for a family holiday and Miss Tweedle-Dumb was visiting the boyfriend. Oh and everyone else who had money was off gallivanting to festivals left, right and centre. So that left little old me on my todd wondering what to do this Bank Holiday and after working a long day on Saturday all I wanted was good company and giggles - So I plan a Slumber Party!

After finishing work at eight in the evening I call up my friend Miss Tweedle-Dee and arrange for her to come over to my new place and we can watch scary films, I'll laugh, she'll secretly defecate herself and we'll gossip till the sun comes up - Or until we both get so tired we spoon in my silken bedsheets until we both fall asleep. Boy did we have a good night. After arguing with my games console for not accepting my DVD of a (really awful) horror flick I turned to my laptop to save the day and we snuggled on the sofa to enjoy. So shit was it we ended up talking about more pressing matters like why I can strangely smell a strong scent of sweet, ripening banana's and she cannot. Miss Tweedle-Dee said that it is a common occurrence for the recently deceased to let a loved one know they are with them by injecting the room with a strong smell of something they associate with that person - Although neither of us knew anybody with a strong passion for banana's. So we put this down to the fact that our dear Miss Tweedle-Dumb loathes blackening banana's and that maybe she was dead and was trying to give us a sign. Thankfully Miss Tweedle-Dumb is not dead and is alive and well. 

Sunday morning rolled around and what a better way to wake up than being told you have hideous morning breath by your best-friend, Miss Tweedle-Dee. Hmmm, Like her shit don't stink?! Thinking of things to do we lounged in bed and came up with a brilliant idea to go to a gay bar. Now I am sure that from the amount of Mr's I talk about I am defiantly loving the cock but we thought it would be a good idea since we had heard some good things from people about a couple of local bars. Unfortunately though we both got lazy and couldn't be arsed. Maybe some other time I shall enlighten you all with a story about how I went to a gay bar once and maybe how I was mistaken for a transvestite. Maybe. I hope not that story though. Mind you I do have a habit of getting the best tales from going out and about. Eh, you never know I might bump into the ever promiscuous bi-curious Mr. Workaholic Haha!

And so the rest of the Bank Holiday has passed in a breeze. Apart from Saturday of course - That was great, a chilled out, relaxed but somewhat boring weekend to say the least spent indulging in my love for odd looking comedians and boy bands with long hair that a twenty-something really shouldn't be into. And now it is that I commence my second and final few days without that Cheesey goodness. I have actually been planning our fourth date over the past week and it is coming along splendidly but I shall reveal all in a couple of weeks after we finally go on it as I wouldn't ruin the surprise for you all. Besides, it wont just be the daylight hours I shall be talking about if you know what I mean ... 

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx