So I slept with Scot, despite having a complete freak out before I met him. I only arranged to meet him as I was being far to keen on Tinder boy Will and thought by getting under another man I would be back to being my usual cool, calm, unbothered by  man self! Of course this backfired!

 

Before meeting Scot I had the ‘pleasure’ of a phone call from another Tinder Boy Jason, who we had exchanged a bit of banter with Mae West quotes and he wanted to call me. He phoned me and being a person who can talk to the wall he was probably amazed by my excellent telephone communication skills and decided to tell me about being an improvised piano player. Then without warning, he started to play the piano down the phone. I FUCKING hate pianos! this is as a result of childhood torture. My younger sister would practice the piano every morning before school while my mother screamed at me to hurry up. This went on every morning for 16 million years!  I restrained myself, actually the joy of a good old fashioned telephone conversation is you can sit in the room and pull faces and they can’t see you, screw Skype, I was having a screwed up, face making, eye rolling face off with myself while all the time being sweet and polite. Anyway I got off the phone now he’s sending me What’s Apps asking about my life and shit and I’ve no interest. He seems a bit desperate!

 

Back to Scott we met up we chatted and we get on really well and he listens to me, unlike Charlie who was just engineering his hands in to my knickers or bra all the time. I got drunk, I’ve been drunk every night this week. No I don’t have a drink problem, I stayed in all weekend so I have to keep my alcohol levels balanced. We came back to mine he kept pointing out how drunk I was and was slurring my words. He may have been teasing but it was bloody annoying, we had sex and it was okay. In my drunkenness I kept patting his head like he was a puppy, he pointed out the head rubbing and I stopped but it annoyed me more, it wasn’t like he was being amazing in bed, glass houses, stones etc. I also was contemplating a career in porn in the midst of it, I was so convinced by my own performance of pretending it was that good. I didn’t fake an orgasm, I just was rather unfocused throughout. Anyway I blame Will if he hadn’t been so damn good in bed then I wouldn’t have had to compare Scott and that is not fair!

 

So Scott left the next morning I couldn’t get rid of him quick enough, that’s why I way prefer staying in men’s houses I can leave when I want, none of this being accommodating to someone! I really sound like a heartless bitch but to be honest I am so tired of searching, I am ready for just one man in my life for the rest of it.

 

Men always come in threes so what’s the bets I meet up with the last one on Saturday?