When I was driving us home from our troubled weekend away, occasionally Andrew kissed my shoulder. “Ah, that’s nice. What was that for?” I asked. “Because you’re brilliant,” he replied. When we got back to mine, he stayed for half an hour or so, then went back to his place. Things seemed slightly less easy…
One of the ‘challenges’ that Andrew and I have come across, is sex not lasting as long as we might’ve hoped. It’s a challenge we often ‘come across’ unexpectedly quickly! Andrew seems to feel a lot worse about it than I do. The layout of my gynaecological zones means I’m never going to come from…
Last week, I was hopping mad because Andrew was being rubbish. He’s generally above average at things like arranging dates (at least 80% of the time, it’s him, not me, that says “when shall we see each other next?”) not cancelling (we’ve had 20 dates and he’s never cancelled. When he’s had to work late,…
So, I was pissed off with Andrew, after 16 dates. He was on his way over, when I wrote my last post. I was planning to tell him how I felt. Only a few minutes after I pressed ‘Publish’, he texted me saying he was nearly at mine. He arrived at my building and I…
Arghhhhh I don’t think it’s going to work with the Great Scot. We had our 6th date this week. These are the preceding events: our 5th date started amazingly, but then went a bit weird we had a nice text chat the next day: then it got weird: “I can’t write it or say it…
Dater Analysis 