Remember my Shopping List, Dear Reader? Or should we call it a shopping lust? Well it feels like I’m haemorrhaging money at the moment. For a couple of days, there was an eye watering amount of money in my bank account, by way of my divorce settlement. Then my house purchase went through and there … More Buy buy buy!!!
A week after Claire’s apparent lack of enthusiasm, I thought it worth checking I hadn’t read more into her replies than was intended. There were, after all, relatively few words and I’d inferred quite a lot from them. I sent her a text message. AM: Is there any chance
I sent Claire a message. Having bumped into her the day I moved house, I didn’t really feel I had a choice. It wasn’t something I didn’t want to do, I just wasn’t planning on getting in touch in the first week I was in my new house. To not reach out would have felt
[ED: This post was written before Claire and AM bumped into each other.] It’s impossible to not have a past. For most of us, it’s impossible to not have fucked other people in the past. It’s impossible to not know you enjoy [insert sexual act] because you did it with someone else in the past. … More Kissed and don’t tell
The house move has happened. That, and my divorce, have taken far longer than expected and the divorce hasn’t actually been signed off by the court, but the agreed settlement has been paid and the family that was has been dissolved. Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene … More You couldn’t make it up
It’s oft suggested that it’s better to look to the future than to the past. Whilst I have mixed feelings – our pasts inform our decisions for the future – retrospection is undoubtedly unhealthy in some circumstances. It’s frequently better to let go of what has gone before. On the other hand
If you’ve ever fed the algorithms of OKCupid, Dear Reader, you may well have been challenged by the personality quiz question, Do you ever do things out of spite? We all answer No! … right? None of us do thinks out of spite. Ever. I have to admit that
As the final, excruciatingly protracted days of my marriage tick away, its difficult for me to not think about getting laid. That doesn’t sound very noble, does it, Dear Reader? Well, I’d ask you to bear with me, as it’s not quite that simple. I’m thinking about
Planning to unnecessarily buy titillatingly pervy clothing, toys and porn is all very well, but I almost forgot a far higher priority purchase. I have no idea whether Claire still wants us to get back together. If she does, I think it’s reasonably likely that we’ll end up in bed pretty quickly. If she doesn’t … More … and one more thing …
For a long time, I’ve had a shopping list. A sex based shopping list. A list of things I would have felt awkward buying, or in some cases replacing, while I was married. Between having had to give up on the bulk of my sexuality during my marriage and my stillNotQuiteExWife being the
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