Que la bête meure

I don’t know whether to be infuriated, sad, depressed or homicidal after reading this.

Dear, dear looby you are a mass of contradictions and contraindications.
Denise sounds good, but we’re left hanging. WTF is going to happen next.

Vicky sounds like an absolute humdinger, and apparently absolutely gagging for it, AND YOU LET HER GET AWAY.

And then you go home. *sob* Alone. I bastard Stefan still there? or has he buggered off to Preston?

Frances offers you great food, great sex and sounds like she wants to be dominated. Don’t imply, don’t ask, DEMAND. And all will be yours.

Have a happy Easter.

Although you were ‘on your game’ for the most part in making the connection, i’d have to agree with the scottish bastard in that you’ve got to work on your ‘closing the deal’ skills.

oh, and perhaps you missed one opportunity. Denise’s mum might have appreciated an arse pinch…

Thanks, happy Easter everyone. May your efflourescences be fecund and rewarding.

Yeah, that was a bit of a rubbish exit. She *is* “needy and prone to depression", but we could have cheered each other up a bit for a few hours at least. She was gorgeous too, really, really good looking.

Meeting Denise a bit later on this afternoon, but I don’t think anything’s on the cards there. I’ve been trying and trying for years but she’s happy with the sexting and flirty meetings in pubs.

You’re right DF - her Mum’s fairly pretty too. Like most hairdressers I know, looks after herself too. Looks a bit obvious though if I start chatting up the mother after failing to get past the daughter :)

Agree with the others - you have to close the deal - says a man who wouldn’t even open negotiations - the opposite sex aren’t my top subject at all, I can’t do small talk and flirting at all… anyway my wife tells me I’m happily married so I don’t need to

Me and Vicky will meet again no doubt - we knock about in the same circles. Although part of me wishes I’d have gone back to Erica’s with her, I’m not sure how it would have worked. Erica’s a good friend and I wouldn’t want her to feel like a gooseberry while me and Vicky got it together (Erica’s boyf had gone off and got out of his tree somewhere, incommunicado).

Which is as noble a gloss I can manage on “I was fucking tired.”

A big well-done for Vicky! She displayed a healthy disposition and ability to forgive and forget.

There’s nothing like a first kiss. They’re like snowflakes. No two are ever the same.

Re: Frances. She’ll come around. Like a moth to the flame.

Such great descriptions. I wish you could include photos but, obviously, that would be inappropriate.

New kissing as snowflakes. I like that.

I don’t know if I want Frances to come round though. I just want something straightforward. She’s great in bed but God almighty, all the analysis afterwards, all the “where is this going", “what are you thinking” clutter.

Vicky’s willingness to forgive and forget is admirable, although partly a consequence of her neediness. If anyone had said that to me I’d have been a bit hurt and would have gone home to drink myself into a blindness to stop myself thinking about it, or divorced myself from the speaker by freezing him out of my life instantly. Maybe she likes me being honest with her.

No pictures, but she’s got a beautiful, eye-opening face, lovely flirty smile, gorgeous shoulders. She’s tall (I love tallness in women), and a knowing manner. She is a bit self-obsessed (as if I’m not) but she knows it, and herself, and that’s attractive. And leaving all aside, she’s fit as fuck, as we say up here. I.e., physically, bodily, dressily, strokily, attractive.