Friday, 20 November 2020

Well That Didn’t Last Long

 


Apparently, ladies and gentlemen, it was not me and dating you had to worry about, it was Hugh and dating that should have been the concern. After 5 dates we have decided to call things off. Hugh just isn’t ready yet, and I completely understand, I was there. And to be honest, I had my suspicions early on this may have been the case, but I chose to ignore the red flag. I, however, don’t really regret that decision.

I am hopeful that Hugh and I can remain friends, actually hanging out, doing things friends. I’ve said this all along things are easy between us, we can giggle and talk, and we share a lot of the same interests. My guard has been down with him from almost the very beginning, I have been just me and he’s handled it well. I kid that someone has given him a handbook or manual on how to deal with me. It’s just natural to him. When my mom passed away, he was perfect. I know how bad that could have been for me if he wasn’t there. He instinctively calms me down and he doesn’t know he’s doing it. He often places his hand on the part of my back, I press against the wall to calm my anxiety. I feel better when I am with him.

It makes me giggle because he was so concerned about me attaching when we were dating. And I did, but not in the loved up mushy way. I attached in a this person is awesome and I like having them around way. He is a good guy and I like him as a human. He’s the only person right now I can be totally honest with. I feel alone and he helps without knowing. I can just be myself, no walls, no acts, just me and it’s nice. With everyone else, I have to tough, I have to be strong, I have things I needed to worry about, perceptions, gossip. None of that is a thing with him, I get to just be.

I pray, nothing changes this. Truth be told, I didn’t need or want a boyfriend or the sex (no matter how good it may have been), I needed a friend and he’s a pretty damn good one.

Anyways, I am off before my eyes leak juices everywhere. As always, my dears, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 13 November 2020

Q&A

 After my recent posts it has become clear I need to do a Q&A. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to, but you guys have questions, and they deserve answers. At least some of them do…. Some were just plain old rude. So, let’s jump into this, shall we?

Are you and Hugh dating or just fuck-friends?

That is a good question, and I don’t really have an answer for it. I am going with we are “whatevering”. I am not really concerning myself with labels. We’re having fun and going with the flow.

Is this going to be a similar situation to Chicken Man?

Impressive recall memory, to those of you that remember him. For those of you that are new here; Chicken Man was a fuck friend from over a decade ago that turned into a relationship. I doubt that is the case here. I will never say never, but Hugh is very clear, and I am not sure I would even want that myself.

You have a history of making bad decisions when stressed; are you actually ok with the situation?

True story, I really do make piss poor decisions when I’m under stress. However, I made this decision before the stress. I am in my right mind when I weighted up what I was doing here, and I am steadfast is this decision as a result.

Are you going to let Hugh know about the blog?

I have let him know, and he has read it. Not sure how smart that move was, but I am in a giant “fuck it” mood. I am not hiding my crazy with him. To be honest, I don’t care what he thinks. This is me at worst, if he hangs around awesome, he’s here for me… and the sex, mainly the sex. If not… I have batteries.

How can you stop yourself from forming feelings?

You can’t, and I don’t think you should. If we called things off despite knowing the score, I would miss him. I mean, I like him as a human. We have a lot in common and I enjoy beginning with him. I think the whole heartless detached fuck friend style makes things less enjoyable and at the end of the day, I am here to enjoy myself and if that means a few tears, so be it at least it was fun at the time.

 Anyways, I think that’s enough for now, if you have any other questions leave them in the comments below and I’ll think about doing another one of these. As always, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

Friday, 6 November 2020

You Don’t Date


This whole Hugh thing has raised some questioned, and rightly so. I mentioned in the previous posts that he isn’t looking for a relationship and plans to date around. And as I have mentioned in many posts, I hate dating, I hate the area of dating before being in a relationship… I dislike the guessing and uncertainty. I don’t like any of it.

This is different. First of all, I knew from the start what I was getting, I made that choice. There is no guessing, he is a man whore and upfront about it. Second, I don’t want a boyfriend. I am not in the mind set to date, or deal with someone’s bullshit…. But sex…. I kind of want that.

I got lucky when he popped up. Things are very easy between us. We are comfortable with each other; we can talk and have a laugh and most importantly I trust him. I am not stressed about him catching something and giving it to me. Despite knowing he’s fucking about, he’s still a good guy. He just has some wild oats to sow.

Is this ideal? No, but it’s what I need and want right now and maybe him too. I am not worried about it. I am actually more worried what I’d be doing without him…. Some of my exes that have been in my DMs were starting to look tempting.

Anyways, I am off. Let me know your thoughts in the comments below and as always. Stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo

Tuesday, 3 November 2020

Nothing Goes to Plan

I am sure you’ve noticed I have back dated a few blogs in an attempt to catch you up on all the gossip. This post will be the details on all my dates with Hugh so far. I am writing this the morning after our 4th date just to give you a little perspective.

Date 1: Drinks

This date was lovely when it finally got started, we went for drinks, followed by a lovely walk. And he kissed me on a bridge overlooking the water. He, however, did showed up 40 minutes late to it. Partly my fault, he was trying to calm down my nerves.

After Date 1:

I got put into quarantine after my step dad and the mom tested positive for COVID-19. Hugh and I continued talking and planning a date for my “Freedom Day”.

Right before our second date he sent me a message raising some concerns and double checking I was ok with us not having a relationship and just dating… no commitment. I responded back by telling him I was. He was clear from the start on what his wishes were.

Date 2: Pumpkins?

The second date was on my Freedom Day. The plan was to go around his to carve pumpkins. I got there, he started pushing my comfort level quickly. We know I am not body confident and his hands were everywhere. Let me say, it wasn’t distressful in anyway, it was just the vibe. But it was a lot…. Good though. The pumpkins didn’t happen, but other things did.

This was a little overshadowed by mom, who was in hospital at this point. I ended up freaking out in the middle of the night and crying on. Just what you want on a date. 

Date 3: Pumpkins

To change things up, he decided to come over and we’d carve those pumpkins at last. I was stressed about this date. Things between us were very easy, we have a lot in common, we’re able to laugh and joke. I love how things flow and just feel natural. And with everything going on I didn’t want that to change or be affected.

This date both sucked and was awesome. Early in the evening we got the news my mother passed away. I felt bad for Hugh it’s a strange place to put but he handled it well. And luckily for me that comfort held because I am positive, I would have fallen apart without him there. He gave me a reason to hold it together if that makes sense.  We went on with our evening and carved the pumpkins and watched a film.

I made a mistake that night and asked about other girls and he was honest and told me there were 4 and he had a date with another that upcoming Sunday. I thought as much, but it stung a little. I knew the score and I was happy with it, but…. She had a date, and I was struggling to get another lined up. 

Date 4: Jealous

At some point I gave in an admitted to Hugh, I was jealous. I should have been playing by fuck friend rules, but those can lead to trust issues and I like how easy things are with us, I don’t want to question everything he says. I am comfortable with him. I am actually starting to feel good about his hands on me. His response was to come over. And I am glad he did. After a few minutes of awkwardness. I settled into a nice place. We have a spark, and it was fun to explore that. And while I know he’s not after anything serious, right now this is fun, and I could use some fun. I trust him enough to not worry and to have my walls down, but I don’t feel completely vulnerable. Despite being a bit of playboy he’s a good guy.

Unless he calls things off with me today and which case, he’s a…

Anyways, that’s you guys all up to date now. As always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo

Friday, 30 October 2020

When One Door Closes…


 October 11th, the day after the worst soul-destroying date ever. I’d like to pretend I handed it well, I definitely didn’t. I cried… a lot. And to be honest, I didn’t get out of bed. I am not sure why that one hurt so badly but it did.

After many hours in bed, I nipped on to the site and noticed not only had he crushed my confidence, but he had also blocked me as well. To be honest, I got mad at that point, still teary eyes but mad. So, I did what any rational person would do… I went looking for a fight.

Cue Hugh; good looking guy, but just a picture, age, and location on his profile. In my mind he was bound to be a creep just after one thing, so I dropped him a message. And he messaged back. But to my surprise not with the standard “do you have anymore pictures”. He sent me a message that included facts from my profile. So, I kept messaging him, however, I was still a little confrontational and maybe blunter than I’d otherwise be.

Then he let it split he had joined 8 dating sites and that’s why there was no information on it. Yes, my friends, you heard that right…. 8. So I asked the question “are you just trying to get laid?”  He responded back with a reasonable answer about just trying to get back out there after a breakup. And since I was forced on the site by my gay husband, I get that.  So, the conversation continued. And continued some more and before he went to bed that night, he had asked me on a date for the following Saturday.

I am going to leave this here, and the next post will be our dates. As always, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 
xoxo

Friday, 23 October 2020

Jake


About a month after Barrie disappeared (who for the record made it a whooping 12 hours after our 2nd date) Jake messaged me. Jake was fun to talk to, but he came with some warning signs; first he as younger than me and second he had a kid (which we all know, I just don’t do) but after having my confidence knocked I figured what the heck. 

October 10th, we arranged to go out for an evening in Nottingham. We booked hotels (separately) since the pubs close at 10pm we figured we’d want to hang out after and have some more drinks. The date was… Ok. We had no issues with conversation, but I didn’t think we would. There was one part of the date though, where he started showing me pictures of other girls that were messaging him from the site, which is never a good sign but, we carried on drinking and having a giggle and once the pubs closed we headed back to my room.

Once there we continued drinking and having a giggle. He then pulled me up to dance and kissed me. Things felt like they were back on track, turns out they weren’t. While kissing me his hands started to wander and started to touch me and out of the blue it stopped. He looked at me and said he should really be going and with that he left. It was like someone flipped a switch.

I was left alone in the room, both hurt and insulted. Given my previous confidence knock followed by this. I am not sure why I even ventured back into the dating world. Its horrible.

Anyways, I am off to write a few more of these posts since I am a little behind. What’s was your worst date. Let me know in the comments below. And as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 
xoxo

Friday, 4 September 2020

My Head Is Spinning


Part of being a blogger is self-reflection and understanding. After a while (I've been doing this over well over years) you start to be able to almost psychoanalysis yourself, and to be honest, that sucks. My head is spinning and has been spinning since my date with Barrie, actually it's been spinning since halfway through my date. Where most girls would just blame the guy and put how she feels onto him. I can't do that, I know better. Yes, had things happened slightly differently, I likely wouldn’t be in this head space now. But I didn’t verbalise my needs and that’s on me. Guys, much as we hate to admit it, aren’t psychic and we shouldn’t expect them to be.

The issue is he knocks my confidence, not on propose. He’s just out of my league and I know it. So, sometimes I need a little reassurance, a reminder that I’m worthy or special enough for what my brain believes to be too good for. That night, on the date; I needed something. A firm hug, a hand hold, a hand on the leg, just something and I didn’t get it. And because it never came, my brain made me feel less. I was questioning why he was there, why he speaks to me, if this was it. In the end, I'd catch myself fidgeting, trying to distract myself from thinking, from worrying. I’ll be honest, I don’t remember any of the drive home. I could quite my brain, at all. Once again, this is all on me. This boils down to a confidence issue and not feeling worthy. Which, for the record, sucks to say out loud.

When I got home, and to my surprise, he was still messaging me. I was still looking for that reassurance, and shockingly, since I didn't ask for it, and as we established men are psychic, it never came. Yes, once again, I could try to place it on him. He could have played things differently and maybe I'd feel better. But how is he to know any of this going on in my head? We have a playful, banter filled relationship. He’s just being him. I am the one that’s off.


He's not to know, what damage is left for previous relationships. Nobody talks about that shit. Nobody goes, here’s my list of faults and quirks. Due to the whole Mr. X thing, I handle the gray area of dating before a commitment and exclusivity horribly. And who can blame me?  The guy I was in love with and who claimed to have felt the same way got married while we were in this stage. That, my friends, fucking stings. That said, I'm lucky. Most people are damaged in relationships. I am not. I have no unhealed scars there. Relationships are a breeze, I'm chilled. It’s getting there that turns me crazy and once again I'm painfully aware of why that is. It’s like I am the most sane crazy person ever.

Tonight, Barrie has gone out for drinks. I said harmlessly when I found out "have fun, just not too much fun." He responded back with "is there such a thing?". This hasn't helped my brain any. And it’s pissing me off, because I know in a relationship that sentence wouldn't have phased me at all. But in this stage, I'm writing a blog at work because I need the logical side of my brain to kick in. I have zero right to feel any way about anything he is or isn't doing. Yet, I'm positive he’s on a date. And I’m positive given the hour, he's fucking some girl right now. And clearly this makes me feel things. The stupid thing is I know had he said, "you have nothing to worry about." as a response instead, I wouldn’t even have given it a second thought. Again... this is a me thing. Like I said, I have no right to feel any way. He is not my boyfriend, we are not exclusive, he owns be no loyalty nor explanation. This boils back to me feeling like he's too good for me and questioning why anyone would want me let alone someone on his level. That’s a me problem.

Knowing this stuff sucks. Rather than lashing out, which might make me feel better. I have to look within and just deal with it and try to grow. I am a large part of the issue, it’s on me. I am responsible for how I react. No one else.

Anyway, I am off to wonder if the imaginary or non-imaginary girl is better in bed than me (I'm actually laughing about this now. It’s so silly... bet she's more in practice than me.) Have any of you felt like this?  Let me know your stories in the comments below. As always my dears, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo