Dear Diary

First, let me apologise for not updating in the past month, although I am making an effort again now, I have been rather slack. Its been quite a strange few weeks leaving my job with no new role to go to, and then falling into a new position straight after. I did squeeze a holiday to Japan into the equation 2 weeks after I started. Now I'm back into the swing of reality and over the next two weeks this and my bar job will be keeping me busy working around 80 hours each week between the two.

I think this goes to show that no matter how busy you are, you can always find the time to do something that you want to do.

For me, this blog is therapeutic, its my diary, I put my unbiased thoughts down and although the general public can read about my sexploits, friends, family and those who know me don't.
Writing things down becomes easier because you don't have to look someone in the eye and feel like they are or will be judging you for what you are about to say. I'm proud of myself, and the person that I have become, I'm happy, I love my body and I am comfortable with myself; I am conscious, however, that not everybody agrees with my lifestyle.

Whenever I have a problem in life I generally distract myself with sex, but what do I do when sex is the problem? This is the dilemma I am faced with now. I don't know how long it has been since I had another way of dealing with shit that goes on in my life.

I recently went out to dinner with an old acquaintance of mine who I hadn't seen for a while - around 18 months). It was great to catch up over a couple of beers at the pub and we spent the majority of the night laughing over silly little things. He told me the gossip in his new job and I caught up with how his Wife and Kids were doing after their relocation. We caught up on more gossip across the Australian and New Zealand industry, and when the time came that I had imparted all of my gossip onto him, he added in one more piece that I wont be sharing with many...

The night took a serious turn when he kissed me and confessed that he hadn't stopped thinking about the last time he saw me and the great dress I was wearing and my hair ....
He had been curious since then as to what kissing a 21 yo girl would feel like. After all he has almost hit a half century and has been with the same woman since the time of my conception.
I've always admired this guy and not long before his revelation I thought to myself that I hope eventually when I settle down I have a husband like this.

He waited for my reaction to the situation, I don't know if it was shock, confusion, How could someone throwaway family life for something so meaningless?
He couldn't. And wouldn't. His parents divorced when he was in his early teens and although at the time it didn't seem to be an issue, in hindsight it was pretty hard on him and is not something that he could do to his family now.
He justified what he was doing by saying, 'I guess I do love my wife, but we haven't had a sexual relationship in a long time'.
Yes, there had been other women, an affair that lasted a couple of years and no his wife didn't know about it.
My question is, how can someone stand being the other woman?

He kissed me again and I burst out laughing - story of my life - its not unusual, I have a habit of laughing for no apparent reason and at very inappropriate times.
He was grey wings material, for anyone who doesn't know, thats double your age plus 2. I told him I wasn't comfortable with the situation and he immediately stopped.

I guess what bothers me the most is that if this guy was actually a good kisser rather than
an old man who slobbered all over my face, would I have gone further?

I left soon after and cried my way home. The situation was a reminder of a work situation that I was in, only this guy wouldn't take no for an answer, and forced himself on me - This Man is the reason I left my last job.

It's taken a long time to deal with this, part of moving on is admitting that it has happened and being able to talk about it. Which is why having a blog is therapeutic, this is my diary, and you have the privilege of being able to peruse the pages.

Thanks for listening, bigger and better posts await!

The Girl I'm Shagging Went to Japan and All She Brought Me Back Was A Roll of Duct Tape

What else should I have brought back for him?

To be fair, we're not actually shagging yet; he wanted to 'wait'??! Who does that?! We were naked in bed together and in the heat of the moment, he stops me and says, 'I think we should wait'. I was rejected!
Thinking he wasn't interested I didn't think about it much when I was away, but when I arrived back to a message saying 'Welcome back Princess, missed you', I thought maybe I should get a present... He strikes me as the kinky type so after I arrived back, I invested in some Bondage Tape ...

Hopefully he wont be able to tell the country of origin ... I'll let you know how it goes ...

Its all fun and games til someone gets hurt!

Heres a word of warning for any boys out there ... Don't be too eager!

I live in a share house, and I find it a lot easier if the others in the house don't know what goes on in my personal-personal life ...
I have a casual hook up, whos Greek, and who came over last night just before I had to go to work. We both knew there wouldn't be much time so would have to make it a quickie.

It's Sydney and I swear its almost summer! The front door was open and our industrial mesh screen door was left to protect all inside.

To ensure that there was still no one else home, he called as he arrived, as he got to the front door he says, oh you left the front door open, promptly hangs up the phone and I hear a BANG!

Easy Tiger, don't try and kick the door down, remember it is industrial mesh!
Wait, what happened to your nose?

Every time I looked at him I couldn't stop laughing!! There were clear grid lines from the door across the bridge of his nose and it was trickling blood. A wee tear came from one eye, which he wiped away while I wasn't looking.

Gotta say, he still handled it like a trooper! Even if he was a bit quiet and I was nice and helped him out with a plaster... awwwww

Afterwards, he gave me a ride to work, I ran the last couple of hundred metres laughing my ass off all the way. Yes, this is my sick sense of humour!

Its all fun and games til someone gets hurt - then its hilarious!