Shit. I’m in love. I promised myself when I left my husband that I would stay single until the divorce was finalised for two reasons, one so he couldn’t divorce my ass for adultery and two, so I would have time to sort my head out. But as usual, I rush into things! Why can’t my life just be simple for 5 minutes? I mean seriously, why did Drew have to come along and make me feel like this now?!
I have only just realised my true feelings by the fact that I can’t stop thinking about him and now I can’t even sleep for the same reason! I have even just written him a letter rambling on about how amazing he really is.
I so wanted to actually live the single life, just for a while anyway, I never used to make the most of being single. I have never gotten glammed up and pulled a bloke in a club, that’s the one thing I wanted to do before “settling down” again, to have a proper one night stand. I had a sort-of one night stand a couple of years ago in Bristol…
I went up to the city for one of my monthly business meetings and went to the local pub after with one of the girls I had hitched a ride with. Whilst there we bumped into a couple of guys from the Bristol store. Kate knew them as she had spent a couple of weeks working in their store not long before, she introduced me to Tim and Mark. We were all getting along great and mostly chatting about work. I went off to go to the loos and on the way back downstairs I bumped into Tim. He said that he really liked me and would love to exchange numbers. Me being me (and extremely flattered) happily handed my phone number over when he started to kiss me passionately. He pushed me up against the wall in the stairwell and continued to kiss me whilst slipping his hand under my shirt. After our little fumble, I made my excuses and headed back to rejoin the others sat in the bar. Both Kate and Mark were completely oblivious to what I just encountered in the stairwell. When Tim reappeared, he kept on stroking my leg under the table and sending me messages saying “That was great” and “I can’t wait to see more of you”. I struggled to keep a straight face, but knew that I had to. Relationships within the company were a big no-no and we could both lose or jobs for it!
After our brief meeting, Tim and I text each other everyday. He soon asked me to come back up to Bristol so we could get to know each other better. I managed to convince my housemate and her boyfriend to drive me up there as I hate city driving. So, two weeks after meeting I found myself back in a big city with a practical stranger. We had a lift from the city centre back to his flat (which he shared with a woman from the store) and he led me upstairs into his room. I was a little disappointed to say the least! It was tiny, he didn’t even have a bed as such, more a mattress shoved on the floor which touched 3 of the walls!
At this point I must admit to you, dear reader, I was still a virgin. All right, stop laughing! I also told him at the same point. I was gutted that I would be losing my virginity in a disgusting little bed sit in Bristol! But stupidly I didn’t let that horrifying thought stop me from doing the deed! I won’t go into details on this occasion, but lets just put it this way... It was an embarrassing disaster.
On the way back home, my housemate worked out that Tim and I had know each other physically (not on the phone) for no more than 20 minutes before he got me into bed! Oh the shame.
After that night we only ever saw each other through work and it turned into a very bizarre relationship whereas he expected me to travel an hour and a half to see him, yet he was not willing to return the favour. I soon called it quits after he ignored me at the works Christmas party. Bastard.