Sigh. Today I’ve found myself in the position of being FWB-less. Dang it! I spoke to Mr Soldier earlier, and apparently he’s trying to get back with his ex. Good for him, sucks for me.
It isn’t the end of the world. I’ve been able to get my kicks in a small way, so I can’t complain. I do wonder about wanting to get back with an ex though. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I wanted to get back with my ex but with hindsight it would have been a bad, bad move. After all, relationships end for a reason. I see my ex often enough but he works with his every day and from what I gather they’re still good friends.
So it’s good luck to Mr Soldier and good luck to me with finding another means to get my rocks off.
I’m not a happy bunny. Mr Soldier is back on Saturday but the chances of us hooking up are getting slimmer. After a week of sexting and dirty pictures, he may not be able to meet after all. Goddammit!!
I know things are complicated. We both live with family and neither of our parents go out much but for God sake. I’m fricking horny over here. He suggested next weekend but it’ll be that time of the month again where my lovely Aunt Flo comes to town and I need a fix NOW.
When I told him I was less than impressed he actually had the nerve to ask for more pictures. Get real. He’s in a serious picture deficit as it is so I told him he could hold his breath. And I wasn’t joking.
Am I being silly here? Surely FWB’s is supposed to be a mutually beneficial arrangement? I mean, it’s been a month already! I may have to go find myself someone who’s a touch more reliable because it feels like I’m getting no strings but no sex either.
I’m out tomorrow night for yet another leaving do, where Mr Music will be making an appearance – remember him? He’s still in my bad books, not least because he hasn’t bothered to respond to my mass email to those who helped with my book, thanking them and letting them know about the review I received. What the eff is that about? Im insanely angry with him because it’s just not how he would’ve acted a few months ago before I let him know that I liked him.
That being said, I’m horny enough to overlook my anger and let him tap my ass anyway. Get my leg over and get back out again. They say angry sex is the best – it would be a first for me.
Sigh. It’s looking like my coochie will be left alone for some time. If there was such a thing as female blueballs I’d say I definitely have a case of it! 😦
And that’s just crap.
Sometimes I really hate Sundays, particularly when the suns out because it makes me feel horny. Right now I’d like to be wandering around my lovely city, grabbing a bite to eat and then indulging in some misbehaviour. This is what sucks about being single. I can’t even call up Mr Soldier because he’s now away for his phase 2 army training. For 2 weeks.
2 weeks!! I’ve grown so used to the dirty picture swapping/naughty text messages that now I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s gonna be a loooooooong 2 weeks