The Life of a Serial Mistress

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...

I'm not sure if its a shame or a blessing that my innocent view on life has deserted me. Admittedly it did so many moons ago, but it made me smile the past couple of days. Not sure why recently, I suppose it does it often, but yesterday I saw a man parked at the side of the road, innocently no doubt, on the phone. Out in the middle of nowhere, well off the road, engrossed in a call, I immediately assumed he was talking his lover! No chance that it could be business or the Mrs , it had to be his lover, that call he makes before the phone gets turned off and hidden for the night :) Even sitting in the pub at lunchtime, having a very lovely illicit encounter of my own, I looked around and wondered how many other couples were in the same position. You could tell from the flowing conversation across tables, and very close body language, that the majority weren't married :) But it has spread further than 'are they having an affair' curiosity. I now look at total stran...

Finally I can sit and do some work tonight :) Tonights work is going to involve finding out more about what constitutes a bad date? Is it something as trivial as simply no attraction, or a date eating with their mouth open? or can it be something hideous, like watching said date lick their plate in a restaurant, or strop off if a suggested 'grope' is turned down? I've had some corkers in my time, and I always assumed it was just me, but apparently not. In the process of writing the book I've chatted to friends, family and strangers, about their hideous dating experiences. It has been hilarious, and very depressing in some cases, to hear that I don't have the monopoly on the 'bad date'. From the man who sent me a photograph of his much younger and much better looking brother, to the man who forced his way into my house, my dates have been 'interesting' to say the least. I've walked away laughing, and I've run away screaming (literally) b...

The short fat bald one appeared :( And can't fix my 'problem' until later in the week! I guess I'll have to be visiting friends, towel in hand, for the next couple of days! How incredibly frustrating, and not even some eye candy to help the medicine go down! lol. So, I'm grumpy now, and need cheering up :) Any suggestions?