The one night Stand

This one, as the title suggests, will be brief. I met him in a pub the night I discovered that the DJ was "hygenically challeged". He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen! We exchanged numbers and met soon.

The first date, was a romantic picnic in the park where we cuddled and kissed. I discovered he was beautiful and charming and his eyes crinkled perfectly when he smiled but that he wasn't the brightest tool in the box.

The second date, I went round to his house, where we watched "Groundhog day"... which I had not seen. About half way though he turned to me and with the excitemet of a small child who had figured someting out and announced "do you see why its called Groundhog Day?".I decided that the ony way to shut him up was to kiss him and it all went from there. And WOW!!! very well eqipped and an expert toolsman, I experienced a very enjoyable evening and morning after! Delightful.

A week later, after a couple of phone calls, he disappeared! No excuses, just a distinct absense. I felt a bit used until C pointed out that he may have responded to my facebook friend request at the same time as a comment about his large manhood compensating for his weak academic ability on my status. ... Hm, he possibly would't have liked that.

Either way, a line drawn beneath as "brief but fun."

The DJ

Sorry about the delay in writing. I was ill and then somewhat happy... but now I am single and bitter again so here is the next entry...!

Next, was the DJ. I was at the wedding of a friend of mine so, of course, under the influence of booze, I poured my heart out about my singledom and Rodney the hairy slug. So a complete stranger decided to set me up with her friend, DJ pants (better than DJ Bollocks -she assured me- who is also single, if you're interested).

So DJ and I went for dinner. Looks-wise, not my usual type but after a hairy slug, the only way is up really! Very clever, very funny... let's see what happens...

It wasn't a wirlwind of passion and fire, and in fact it was probably another several weeks before I saw him again. I got drunk in a pub (incidentally where I met the next blog update) and staggered to his place.

When I got there I felt immediately that this wasn't quite right... so in fact I used my drukeness as an excuse for some half-hearted heavy petting to result in goig straight to sleep! I woke up the next morning to a perfectly pleasant man, albeit one who seemed non-plussed when I emerged from his bathroom giggling at a bottle of mouth wash called "retadex!... RETARD-ex!

I saw him once more and got a little further than heavy petting... but not far. unfortunately, though his dental care was an all time high, his personal hygene seemed perhaps not so much. yes, he had a smelly penis!

Case closed and on to the next frog...