My hung over date with Veggie Boy was nice, but I found it a struggle to keep my eyes open and my voice working as the afternoon progressed.

I enjoy his company, but there just isn't enough of a spark to make me want to keep seeing him whilst he clearly expects something more to develop.

What would be the point? I may as well just come clean. Yes, people have grown on me in the past, but the small doubts I had about them from the start usually don't go away and always contribute to the inevitable breakup further down the line.
I just can't go there again.
He is handsome, intelligent and good company, but there is just something about his personality that doesn't gel with mine.

The thing I like about Tennis Boy on the other hand is that he is so reserved about making an approach, either by certain comments or being physical, so I feel more comfortable with him. He doesn't overwhelm me, and whilst that sort of thing is nice in someone you have passionate feelings for it is just awkward from a person you're not sure about.
Yes he has wiped a strand of sweaty hair from my forehead after our latest game of tennis, and he has touched my cheek to remove a speck of glitter, but he doesn't try to kiss me or make any other sexual gestures.

After our snog goodnight I knew what may be in store for the end of my meeting with Veggie Boy, but I definitely needed to spend more time talking to him before I let him kiss me again.

And here is my dilemma: If there is a large portion of passion and sexual attraction involved, that spark we all look for and ideally insist on in any sexual partner, who cares what they have to say?
If all you want to do is snog their face off and roll around with them, who has time to find out their political opinions, relationship history or preferred country for holidays?
On the other hand, passion wanes and someone who we're not compatible with on an intellectual level will lose our interest or respect over time.
But what is the point in building a sexual relationship with someone who is a great conversationalist with similar opinions, if you dread snogging them or cannot imagine getting naked with?

Irritatingly, ironically and more and more frustratingly the only people who have really sparked my passion are in some way unavailable or just not interested to build the type of relationship I envisage.
Screw you, Strawberry Boy!
He kept on texting all afternoon and evening, suggesting I should have invited him over and being all sexy and seductive - but ultimately as crap as Tall Boy at his worst. I. AM. NOT. GOING. THERE. A G A I N!

So I had to stroke my pussy to sleep on my own. Knowing he was in a friend's spare bedroom less than a mile away, probably doing the same (not that he has a pussy, but you get what I mean).
He is confident, cocky, cute, assertive, passionate and interesting. And moving to Cornwall. And seeing the Duchess of Herts.
I just knew if I'd invite him to come over we'd have a really passionate fuck after which I'd cry orgasm-induced tears of happiness only to wake up feeling empty next to someone I don't really know, and who doesn't really care about me.

Then we have one of the slave boys from a recent party, the one with the really nice cock.
He started texting me (what is it about Sunday afternoons? Do people just sit at home, horny and bored, scrolling through recently acquired numbers from naugthy clubs?) and suggested we meet up.
Hm. I have no idea who you really are but you have a really handsome penis, what do I expect to happen between us? Do I want this? And why not give me more warning?
"You told me I have a nice cock" said Cock Boy, and I replied "That is true, but that doesn't mean I have to sit on it".
Which brings us to Monday morning - just switched my naughty phone on and here's what he wants me to know for the week ahead: 'My cock is hard and oozing pre cum on my fingers. Let me work my tongue into your pussy and dark tight arsehole, lick and suck your feet and fuck you as you wish! x'
That sounds rather exciting, but not very submissive at all.

Shopping Boy has invited me to come to a fem dom club with him, and I am tempted - not that I want to meet Cock Boy there, as I now know so graphically what he has in store for me!

The Pirate has also sent a few texts to let me know he's back in town for Halloween. I told him my bruise has thankfully faded now. He was cute but far too aggressive in his technique and I don't want to repeat an experience that leaves me with a painful arm and bum cheek for a week.

Veggie Boy emailed to confess he is seeing a therapist (always prefereable to not seeing one, in my opinion) and Tennis Boy confirmed our theatre date, so this looks to be yet another exciting week... even before I've heard back from the married guy who compared me to an adult playground. If he were available, I would restrict access to just one person, no questions asked.

Why can't chaste dating just be a little bit easier!??