The inevitable pattern of relationships
And the problem with slippers...
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Goodmorning all...
I spent my last £30 on rude underwear on my way home from work yesterday. Well, I'm only ever horny for a few days out of each month, so i figured it was worth it. Unbelievably, bf watched Eastenders before coming through to see me when I shouted through and said that i had a surprise for him.
I decided it was best not to get oversensitive about it and reminded myself that he probably thinks I'm through here reading a book rather than handcuffed to the bed! I was, admittedly, reading a book (but it was a collection of surrealist erotica so it doesn't count)...
Anyhop, the underwear did, eventually, go down a treat (to put it mildly) - but I was left feeling a bit old and middle aged as I drifted off to sleep. The tv thing was bugging me, I felt like I'd been sandwiched in between Eastenders and BigBrother, how ridiculous is that?
The routine and familiarity that my bf offered was something that always made me feel secure and loved, now I just feel about as sexy and as alive as his fucking slippers. I hate slippers.
I asked him this morning, if he noticed anything different about my eyes, which, ofcourse, he didn't... his excuse being that he 'wasn't a fucking woman'... Still, thought I, you'ld think after looking at me for the past few years you'ld be the first person to notice that I'm wearing thick black 60's eyeliner for the first time EVER... The word complacency was repeating in my head for the rest of the drive, and it got me down.
And why the hell was I pulling a cliched trick like that - 'do you notice anything different about me sweetie?' What utter bollocks, I shouldn't be asking questions like that; I'll be wearing rollers around the house and spicing up our love life with belly dancing routines next.
We are turning into our parents (I console myself in the thought that had Romeo and Juliet not died so young, their fate may well have been the same).
OK, early morning grumble out off the way, I'm off to get on with some work...
I spent my last £30 on rude underwear on my way home from work yesterday. Well, I'm only ever horny for a few days out of each month, so i figured it was worth it. Unbelievably, bf watched Eastenders before coming through to see me when I shouted through and said that i had a surprise for him.
I decided it was best not to get oversensitive about it and reminded myself that he probably thinks I'm through here reading a book rather than handcuffed to the bed! I was, admittedly, reading a book (but it was a collection of surrealist erotica so it doesn't count)...
Anyhop, the underwear did, eventually, go down a treat (to put it mildly) - but I was left feeling a bit old and middle aged as I drifted off to sleep. The tv thing was bugging me, I felt like I'd been sandwiched in between Eastenders and BigBrother, how ridiculous is that?
The routine and familiarity that my bf offered was something that always made me feel secure and loved, now I just feel about as sexy and as alive as his fucking slippers. I hate slippers.
I asked him this morning, if he noticed anything different about my eyes, which, ofcourse, he didn't... his excuse being that he 'wasn't a fucking woman'... Still, thought I, you'ld think after looking at me for the past few years you'ld be the first person to notice that I'm wearing thick black 60's eyeliner for the first time EVER... The word complacency was repeating in my head for the rest of the drive, and it got me down.
And why the hell was I pulling a cliched trick like that - 'do you notice anything different about me sweetie?' What utter bollocks, I shouldn't be asking questions like that; I'll be wearing rollers around the house and spicing up our love life with belly dancing routines next.
We are turning into our parents (I console myself in the thought that had Romeo and Juliet not died so young, their fate may well have been the same).
OK, early morning grumble out off the way, I'm off to get on with some work...
