Friday 21 March 2014

Limited Time and Weekends

The new guy I am dating (Barney) works away Monday –Friday and then come the weekend he has his son, so as you can imagine that doesn’t leave a whole lot of time to see each other, especially  when you figure in me working 4 on 4 off meaning for about 4 weeks I don’t have a weekend at all.  You would think this would bother me, but it doesn’t.  

The only thing that bothers me is the lack of commutation on the weekends. We can go all weekend without even a single text and as much as I hate to admit it, that saddens me.  If I do say so myself, I’m a fairly low maintenance girlfriend, I don’t need a lot in a relationship to be happy, but I do like the odd text message and I particularly like a good night message.

For me a good night message is special; when I’m snuggled up in bed I tend to miss my partner more and getting that message that that person is thinking about me too is special and always puts me to sleep with a smile on my face.

I’m actually sitting here looking forward to going back to work tomorrow; just so my mind is preoccupied. This is weird for me, I actually find myself missing him throughout the day (not just when I’m lying in bed with nothing better to do) and I find myself smiling like an idiot when we get off the phone or he sends a sweet message. This is all….not me and weird. It’s freaking me out a little if I’m honest.

I suppose I should leave you wonderful people with a question, so I have to ask; what is important to you in a relationship when you don’t get to see each other very often? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch
xoxoxo


Sunday 16 March 2014

Talking Dirty and Hang Ups

I don't normally do this but lets start with the question of the blog; what are your thoughts on talking dirty? Turn off, turn on, can you do it sober or do you need a drink? I'm dying to hear your thoughts on this.

It's a well known fact I can't talk dirty sober, for whatever reason it makes me giggle uncomfortably. It's just not something I am able to do. And I'm probably not much better drunk in all honesty, but when everyone involved is drunk who's to say?

I bring this up because I had another date with Barney last night and it turns out he is very much a dirty talker and well it's not really having the desired effect on me. And to add things he's very keen for me to join in and well..... That's not happening.

Let me preface this by saying I really like this guy and outside of the land of sex everything feels natural and easy. It's just in the bedroom things feel.... forced.

Part of it is my own hang ups and I know it, thanks to the epic shit show that was Mr. X  I'm more cautious and guarded and painfully adware things may not be what they appear. And as you can imagine, that uncertainty doesn't really pair well with great sex.

However, as I was writing that, it hit me just how much I must like this guy. I mean I've had sex since Mr. X, I've had good sex since Mr. X and none of this has been a problem. It's fear of everything feeling right and then on the turn of a dime everything changing, to find out it was nothing more than a physical thing from the beginning. It's that dishonesty I'm scared of. 

That could very well be why when he's saying "I want you to ride my cock" I'm thinking is that all you want? What if I don't? Are you going to leave? Are you going to vanish for months? And instead of feeling turned on by his dirty talk all I'm feeling is pressured. Which is weird because I want to sleep with him, it's not like I'm being pressured into having sex with him, but yet I feel pressured....and yes I'm aware I sound like a crazy person right now. 

I think this crazy person needs to go to bed before she over thinks things and ruins what hopefully could be a meaningful relationship with a great guy.....even if the sex isn't quite there yet. I mean sex isn't everything, right? And thankfully it is improving it's just a process..... hopefully not a long one. Anyways as always my dears, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 
xoxoxxo



Wednesday 5 March 2014

Barney

As promised in my last blog, here are all the Barney details.

Barney is a 36 year old, truck driver who I met at work. Facebook kind of had a helping hand in it too. When I started at my new job his named popped up saying I might know him because we had 8 friends in common. When I looked I noticed they were all drivers from my last job so the next time Barney came into work I asked him about and I found out he use to work there, so that instantly got us talking.

I wasn't interested in dating him off the bat, he has a lot deal breakers working against him. He has kids, and we all know I don't date men who have proven their sperm works. He's been nearly married at least 4 times, although I joke with him that that number is in 100's. He smokes.... He just isn't someone I date.

Plus, we were working together and I can't date someone I work with. There's no rule about it, but working in the field I do, I can't afford to get a reputation. As I've witnessed guys talk more than girls do and working with 60 guys a night, it won't take 30 seconds for that gossip to spread.

But after Barney left I didn't see the harm in agreeing to go to dinner with him. He might not be someone I date, but we always had a laugh working together so I figured why not.

We went out a few weeks ago and I have to admit I had a blast. It was probably the best first date I've had. There was no awkwardness, everything was so easy and I don't think we stopped laughing all night. He was a perfect gentleman too. Well....almost.

Things did get a little heated during our good night kiss but due to circumstance out of our control we didn't take things to the bedroom. But I'll tell you something, it's been 3 weeks since our date and I'm still thinking about that first kiss.

So that's it for now I have some stuff I have to get on with. That brings me to the question of the blog, what was your best first date? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch