Had a date yesterday afternoon, I’d met the guy online, and been promising for ages to go around and visit.

I arrived there at about twelve and he actually made snacks, rofl.

Must say, I had to give the guy brownie the points for effort. Anyone that's prepared to get up early on a Sunday morning to cook has got to be crazy for you or really wants to make a good impression.

OK, so we had brunch/wine/shag.

Which leads to the next question, why did I sleep with him? Don't misunderstand me, there was absolutely nothing wrong with this fellow, the only way I can describe is that there just wasn't any sexual chemistry. You know one of those shopping list scenarios ( You start working out in your head what needs to be done tomorrow)

Normally in that kind of situation I'd say thank you but this ain't gonna work. Did I feel pressurised to do the deed simply because he'd put in so much effort or is was it just the right thing to do?

Then there's the - I can't get enough of you – encounter.

You meet a guy, go to his place for some sexual relaxation and that should be the end of it, right...?

What do you do when they won't stop calling...? Am I really THAT good a shag?

Or am I just full of shit?

You tell me...

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