The Life of a Serial Mistress

It seems its starting again, but this time I feel strangely nervous, possibly because of the criticism last time, maybe because I know what I'm letting myself in for, and maybe because this is now a serious, and large, part of my life and not a frivolous, light hearted chat with a journalist. Its interesting to some degree, fun and distracting, but equally damaging and I have seen a few friends fall by the wayside, and two very special men freaked out by the circus. I think that's the hardest thing to deal with, because they never know the real me when they are caught up in the melee. I know its only a matter of time before it calms down, and hopefully then I can get back to some form of normality, and by then maybe I will be distracted by other special men, but I will always be disappointed about what the consequences of this life have been. This is a brief blog today, there will be much more to come, rushing off for photos, hair and makeup, and no doubt being styled to look...

We sit and we type, we stare at our screens We all have to wonder what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the sites in a maze Looking for someone as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody to type out our name We want recognition but it's always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we flirt In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships but why we don’t know Some of these friendships will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen we can be so bold Telling our secrets, that have never been told. Why is it we share the thought in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind. The answer is simple, it's as clear as a bell We all have our problems and need someone to tell. We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must So we turn to the 'puter' and those we can trust. Even though it is crazy the truth still ...

Sorry for not blogging much for the past couple of days, been mid crisis with a friend but unfortunately not much can be blogged about that. I was planning a very funny blog about going to the doctors but I've decided to hold off telling it until another day. After hearing about Jades death today, somehow an oddly humorous story about a gynaecologist visit didn't seem appropriate. Anyway, for this particular short blog, I'm going to say to anyone who is ill at the moment, who has just lost someone or who is facing a very difficult time ahead, my thoughts are with you. It makes me realise that whatever any of us are doing on the IE site, on here or any other site, whether married, attached or single, we should take the opportunity to grab life with both hands and kiss it, in fact, do anything you want to it, because if anyones death (Jade, Natasha Richardson, Wendy Richard to name just 3 in the past couple of weeks) teaches us anything it should be 'Life is too sh...

No, don't worry, this post isn't specifically about George Michael, I'm not some strange obsessed fan :) Following my interesting encounter yesterday, not exactly the 'normal' date that I am used to, I began to wonder if I need (or others on here and the IE site need) George Michael sex to make me tingle. Let me explain. I am sure most married/attached people get incredibly bored with mundane, missionary position sex. Admittedly it gets that way over time with a partner, and most relationships end up boring in the bedroom, but what is my excuse for needing something more 'exciting, risque or kinky'? George Michael has admitted that normal sex doesn't turn him on anymore. He needs to do things in strange places, or with strangers, to be aroused sufficiently to get the 'buzz'. I realised that I don't really like normal anymore, but I'm not in a long relationship where the sex could possibly have got boring. After my latest encounter ...

Men marry a woman and hope she never changes, and she does. Women marry a man and hope he will change, and he doesn't. *********************************************************** I read the article by Simon Jones in the Times yesterday and part of me felt incredibly sorry for his wife, but another part agreed with him, and he was echoing what I'd already said a few weeks ago. http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/relationships/article5881689.ece Admittedly I was talking generally, and not about a specific person in my life, so for that reason my heart goes out to her, but, apart from sounding a little pompous, selfish and arrogant, he has a fair point. I hear it so often from men - 'my wife doesn't understand me', 'my wife went off sex when she had the baby', 'my wife stopped paying attention to me years ago', 'I just miss the cuddles' 'she's not the woman she was' etc etc, and that got me thinking, if she hadn...

In the words of Lionel Richie, I'm easy like Sunday morning :) No, that doesn't refer to my sexual habits, its refers to my perfect Sunday mornings, week after week :) As a single girl I take it for granted that Sundays are my own, they are peaceful, I stay in bed as long as I want, I eat what I like for breakfast or meet friends for a Sunday lunch in the pub and a catch up. I wear what I like if I'm not going out :) The housework only gets done if I want to but that's usually Saturdays job. I 'potter' and read books, and usually have Sunday afternoon watching old movies like I did when I was a kid. 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' is lined up for today, along with the rugby of course. I sneak off to my local farm shop for a piece of their perfect cheesecake and do some writing, inspired by the surroundings, the peace and tranquility, but whatever I choose to do if just that, my choice. I suppose my ramblings this morning are about the fact that I feel so...