So no more dates with the crohnsie have happened. Much to my dismay. Not going to lie… even thinking about him makes me get a tad excited. Yummmmmmmm.
Saturday the fireworks were on. I ended up going with the Irish fella Tipp. We slept together. The funny thing is, he is so eager. Mad about me in fact and I am really not bothered. I have told him how I feel so don’t worry, I am not leading him on. But yeah. The sex was grand. He came so quickly it was actually hilarious. He did however make it up to me. And he did a fairly good job at it so one cannot stay mad for long.
He had brought one condom only and when he wanted to go again and suggested no condom. I literally kicked him out of the apartment. That will teach him.
Thing is. And yeah. I am sick of it too. I just want to talk to pc. Again. At this point it feels like I miss my best friend. I wish I had an indication on whether or not he felt the same way about me. I messaged him after Tipp left asking why he hadn’t contacted me and telling him it would be the last time I messaged him if I didn’t hear back. Nadda. Absolutely nadda.
Tugging at the Apron Strings 