52 – Afternoon silly musings and an update

(Note the lady is 49 years young)

I shouldn’t apologise for¬†my absence should I, ūüôā I¬†know I haven’t posted for a while¬†which is ok just appreciate¬†I read every post¬†my favourite bloggers¬†share, whether poetry, mental illness, paintings, relationship advice, movie reviews and so much more.¬†A ‘Forest Gump’ analogy often comes to mind when trying to sum up my WP reading experiences,¬†the blogs I¬†Follow¬†could be ‘like¬†a box of chocolates’…….. ūüôā an eclectic¬†‘mixed bag ūüėÄ ‘ of diverse entertaining, wonderful prose¬†writings¬†and photographs. I guess the blogs¬†we all follow are a reflection of own lives¬†loves interests and problems,¬†God knows lol what people make of mine but thank you for your time spent here¬† ‚̧

Anyways there you are, truth be known I get very tired these days plus I need to get laid, :/ a big mistake writing when one needs to masturbate and release all that pent up sexual tension, a f#ck buddy sounds wonderful and orgasmic, do you know what, a lady I once chatted with over coffee in a railway station cafeteria hinted at something perhaps every blogger should take heed of,

“Andrew, the trouble is darling, I developed feelings for my f#ck buddy, fell for him a little and then he stopped emailing……..but on the plus¬†I tried anal for the first time!”

The lady and I parted on¬†friendly terms¬†but I’d wished for so much more (love), between you and¬†me I briefly¬†cried on the train ride home, only for a minute or so¬†but I did shed a tear oh and incidentally by pure accident I’d touched her boobs, Christ you can go to prison these days for ‘accidents’ like that!¬†That evening I worriedly apologised¬†by email and she replied¬†saying she “didn’t mind”, calling me “rather cheeky” which was a relief!

You see as¬†I pulled away after a rather long embrace, the palms of my hands stroked the lace sides of her¬†rather large bra cups and note¬†she was wearing a thin cotton¬†blouse at the time!……..I don’t mind admitting¬†I fell in love with her and THAT’S why I¬†know for certain internet dating just isn’t for me, you see¬†I fall in love too easily and¬†I have a feeling I could get my heart broken or worse!

Many months later¬†when¬†the lady blogger and I were sitting together at¬†a table¬†in some provincial railway station caf√©, all very Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson¬†and the¬†Brief Encounter movie comparisons wasn’t lost on me, there we both were excitedly enjoying¬†discussing our lives together, when she very loudly¬†announced,

“Well Andrew you DO have a rather nice cock”,¬†giving rise to¬†a young lady seated at a table close by to turn her head¬†and throw my blog friend a look of shocked slightly stunned disbelieve, well you would wouldn’t you,¬†then seconds later having¬†composed¬†herself¬†she smiled and¬†returned to whatever she was doing, you’ll glean from that remark¬†my friend and I¬†had become¬†kinda blog intimate exchanging photographs!!


A…N…D…R…E…W stop right there!

Anyways enough of that silliness, remember my previous post? The one where¬†I’d intended to share photos¬†of scenic¬†views taken in and around¬†the Lake District National Park? Only I didn’t preferring instead to write about a bus stop liaison, well for those of you who care lol I never met the lady again, the days passed by and¬†I don’t know after a while meeting her again¬†seemed not such a good idea. AND I certainly wasn’t¬†returning just out of an inquisitiveness, no¬†I’d never half heartedly play with another persons emotions like that, either I seriously wished to get to know her, or I didn’t, there is NO in between.

I promise my next blog will be personal photographs taken in and around the Lake District National Park.

Andrew ūüôā


9. Blind Dating (a long time ago!)


ūüôā This cartoon really did make me smile’.

I have a blind date tale to tell which may have scarred me for life, maybe not, maybe¬†it’s just¬†a convenient excuse!

I’d guess we all have experiences which leave¬†their indelible mark on our psyche,¬†upsetting us, breaking our hearts,¬†impacting our lives for years¬†to come¬†or for¬†the truly unfortunate perhaps¬†you’ve experienced a combination of all four! Ok¬†yes a little melodramatic, we all have to learn and move on but¬†are affairs of the heart that easy? So how many¬†tales¬†do you have to tell and did they actually affect you so¬†greatly they may have altered the way you live your life for evermore, then again all experiences shape our future lives so get a grip Andrew.


ūüôā I’d guess this one’s pretty much spot on.

A tale for you, and I’m always honest, after walking the third girl home¬†I gave up¬†girls as not worth the upset, mind you¬†if I’d been masturbating at that point in my life I’d have been on the Town next evening looking for¬†an easy lay,¬†forgotten all three, isn’t the pursuit of sex how relationships come about? I’m a nice guy so I¬†don’t use women, then again dicks control¬†a guys¬†thought process and I have history lol!

But truthfully after saying goodnight to the third girl¬†I gave up¬†dating girls quite a lot actually ūüė¶ the first two were¬†nice but I’d put my hopes up,¬†the third lol¬†a cow¬†convincing me¬†a sex drive could have made me¬†date differently all these years after, so ūüėÄ blame¬†my laziness on¬†lack of¬†masturbation! Err does that make sense?

Yes I have a tale that scarred me for life, not the one where I came out of an ensuite bathroom to be faced by a guy stark bollock naked in his¬†bedroom, don’t ask how and why! A¬†guy¬†armed with a hard very erect dick¬†and¬†that¬†knowing look in¬†his eyes where ‘gulp’ I¬†understood¬†where¬†he wanted to insert it! (My mouth if you’re curious).

A tale for another day, or maybe not I’ve told¬†you once before!


ūüôā This one’s got creepy overtones!

I’ll set¬†a scene, a good few years ago when I was really young, I experienced the hell that is going on a blind date,¬†in fact¬†friends played cupid with my heart three times in the space of¬†one year and¬†still a virgin as well¬†(that has a baring on whether you give up or not).¬†Three is a¬†big mistake, three¬†horrible¬†blind dates¬†one after another¬†all set up by lovely well meaning¬†friends who yes cared for my happiness,¬†and being a weak man¬†and frightened of hurting peoples feelings¬†I didn’t say¬†no.

BUT THEY WEREN’T THREE hellish ladies, that’s important, all lovely girls though the third was a bit of a cow!

I once told a horrified escort this story.

I’ve learnt an important lesson as I’ve gotten older, become wiser as the years pass,¬†I¬†have the right to say¬†NO without feeling guilty. OKAY I’m all melodramatic tonight lol and it’s wrong to ‘pass the blame’, so I didn’t get the outcome¬†I hoped for, that’s life!¬†And note my emotions were resignation never anger.

The first date was to be an evening at the cinema¬†accompanying several other¬†couples, me being¬†paired up¬†with the sister of one of¬†the groups young men, still with me?¬†I’m writing this many years later and I do recall the warm¬†afternoon,¬†off the shoulder summer dresses and you know how it is, all evening lovely couples¬†engineering we be alone or walk down¬†a City street side by side. ūüôā No doubt¬†amusingly fun for the girlfriends but for me and the young lady¬†awkward comes to mind, love wasn’t in the air, very little chemistry, naughty girls¬†we all know¬†women enjoy match making, anyways my¬†‘girlfriend’ was pleasant but alas¬†love was never in the air and certainly no physical attraction,¬†lol¬†I’m still unsure what¬†“reading dictionaries is a good way to broaden ones vocabulary” lol actually means?

I’m a little pathetic aren’t I, but take it from me ‘cold’¬†blind dates¬†ain’t a good idea!

I’m being a little¬†disingenuous, the evening was pleasant enough and I wasn’t forced to go,¬†I agreed because well you never know do you? We could have ‘hit it off like a house on fire’,¬†now happily married ** years later with three kids or ūüôā just good friends.


ūüôā All guys hope for a¬†hand up¬†her skirt don’t they?¬†

Believe it or not the second date was even worse lol.¬†A male friend¬†at the time asked if I’d¬†like to go for a meal with¬†him, for what I believed to be¬†at the time¬†with only him! We organised the date¬†restaurant and time,¬†but come the evening might heart sank as he pulled into my drive for¬†there was a young woman with long jet black¬†hair sitting next to him, the blackest coloured hair I’d ever seen and masses of it, as black as Paola’s. God knows what her pussy looked like? (Not Paola’s!) Must of resembled a pussy cat sitting across her bare crotch, maybe that’s where the term¬†pussy originates from?

Sorry I got side tracked.

I opened the car’s rear door, sat in a seat behind¬†them and he introduced the young lady as a friend from work with a name I can’t recall, in fact I can’t remember any of the¬†three ladies names!¬†¬†Introductions made we¬†drove to this quiet restaurant in the Cotswolds, as you can imagine the atmosphere was tense but friendly the¬†conversation awkward¬†and a¬†little forced. We were both shy¬†consequently¬†my¬†friend put all the work in, he was a good natured man he obviously¬†knew both¬†myself and the single¬†lady well (we didn’t), then¬†no doubt compared our personalities and¬†came up with a cunning plan ‘bring us together’ and be known around Church as ‘a matchmaker’ lol. Looking back you could¬†say not telling me was a little deceitful, he should really have told me this lady was coming perhaps he was worried I’d cry of with an excuse.


ūüėÄ Scary or not I’d¬†still give her one!

I was tooo young for blind dates.

So was the date a mistake? Maybe, looking back I’m not the right type to have a surprise sprung upon me, I need preparation time in which to get all worked up, gregarious extroverts¬†would have soon put thoughts of romance aside and just enjoyed a convivial evening¬†out but don’t get me wrong, she was lovely¬†my friend had good intensions and as I remember we all parted on happy terms.¬†Then again she could just have been the one! I could be married now putting a daughter through college¬†or helping a son erect a garden fence this weekend!

How life’s direction turns on one chance meeting. The young lady and I could have ‘clicked’, my friend could have dropped us off, allowed us¬†to walk home together, we could have wandered into the park, lay in the long grass my hand inside her panties fingering, then f#cked each others¬†brains out!……………….Andrew Stop! She was¬†a lovely¬†sweet young lady.

I’m JOKING, you know me I can be¬†‘clean’ for only¬†so long ūüėÄ she was a nice girl I wonder what her pussy looked like?


:/ Can’t say I’ve ever seen one.

So maybe you’re wondering¬†am I angry with¬†my deceitful kind¬†friend?¬† Of course not, knowing mischievous Norman he hoped we’d suit each, how could I dislike someone who cared. Incidentally he¬†has triplet daughters age 17 last time I saw them and absolute stunners.

Are you curious as¬†to what happened in between us driving to the restaurant and¬†Norman dropping us off at our two homes?¬†As I remember¬†we all had a pleasant meal and yes as I remember pleasant conversation ūüôā¬†you know how in life how events and life experiences are remembered as¬†photographs imprinted across¬†our minds, and¬†as the years pass so those¬†pictures become less and less, then after a generation you’re left with¬†an evening out perhaps¬†as just two of those photographs.

Well my photograph is¬†of a dark haired¬†young lady sitting across from me, shy quiet and¬†me wondering whether her silence was nerves,¬†or me being me, I’d convinced myself by then she really didn’t¬†like me. Looking back I realise my stupidity,¬†a friend of Norman’s would have been a lovely person¬†though probably on the quiet side and if I’d followed the date up, phoned, then¬†a second proper date could have been fun with the ice already broken.


ūüôā One for the ladies.

My own feelings are easily hurt and¬†I should have jumped back on the dating horse, the ladies above were nice girls ūüôā though the third was nasty to me, lol if the three¬†dates had been relaxed and fun,¬†an absence of uncomfortable atmosphere, then¬†with a little confidence would I¬†have met girls a different way?

Blind dates aren’t a good idea.

If by then I’d discovered lol the joys of masturbation, that orgasmic¬†heavenly release, then next evening out on the piss I’d have been out searching down an¬†easy lay, she’d have played hard to get, I would have pursued her wearing her defences down then f#cked her brains out on the honeymoon.

ūüôā Now that silly¬†Post above is finished I may or may not write about the third girl.