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Hmmm, i’m starting to think that maybe Wendy gets off on knowing men want her, it’s her thing, she has her boundaries she won’t cross and let’s the men know that but then sends many mixed signals that easily confuse and confound the male of the species, just a theory of course but i’m wondering…
and what you need is a good shag or six, notice that when you were with the crazy woman who called it off suddenly the yearning for Wendy decreased, it’s a piece you need good sir!! nothing more!! lol!! now bed the barmaid!! and i hate when they have cats in the bathroom, for years i had that very same problem…
I’d love someone to take my mind off Wendy by giving me a good seeing to, but that girl is very difficult to find – virtually impossible. I cannot be more sociable than I already am, and I put a great deal of effort into online dating, with meagre results.
There was the loony this September, and before that, for a few weeks in the summer of 2014, there was Donna. Internet dating is an efficient way of spending fifty quid an evening by going to Manchester to be rejected.
The barmaid, I am sure, has no ulterior motives. She’s twenty years younger than me. She just fancies a social drink.
I’m with kono. Wendy feeds off the desire of others but it’s a one-way street. I don’t think she’s malicious about it. It just feels good. Sorry to say, mate, you’re going to have to put some distance between you two if you’re to make any headway towards being your old self again. If you tell her you need some time apart, I’m sure it’ll come as no surprise to her.
No, she’s not malicious at all. I can’t not see her. I can’t alienate myself from one of my three really close friends (Kim, Kitty and her). I like her company. Even just a minute in her arms at the end when we say goodbye would be good. But then that would mean me being tolerated, or patronised.
As soon as you think you might have this life business sorted out, along comes a challenge that is difficult and novel. It’s mental training I need, and a good fuck by someone I like.
Surely Wendy is to Looby as Looby is to Trina? I don’t think it’s fair to attribute malicious motives to her.
I have no direct experience of it, but , if it’s sex you’re after , have you tried Tinder ?
I know how I must come across, but I want sex with someone I like and know, and where it can work out of bed as well. Conversation is the best aphrodisiac going.
I wouldn’t last five minutes on Tinder. I’m not that good-looking and if I were to rely on my looks I’d be sexless for the rest of my life.
When Kim was here at Christmas she suggested I stop trying too hard and just wait until I get a good offer, but that’s something only a very attractive, magnetically charismatic woman like her has the luxury of saying.
One thing I haven’t really tried much is going out dancing on my own, which is definitely something I’m going to do more of in 2017. No-one approaches you if you’re with someone else. I’d love to meet someone who likes the same music as me, who loves dancing as much as I do.
There’s a house do in Glasgow next month which I’m going to, and then like an idiot I mentioned it to Trina, who has invited herself along. There’ll be other ones though.
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