Sunday, February 9, 2014

Good Luck Kel



Have you seen the movie Good Luck Chuck? Allegedly Chuck (Dane Cook) is cursed. Women sleep with him once, and the next man they meet will be their true love. I think I have the same curse. Sitting here, thinking of all of the guys from my dating past, most of them met and married the next girl after me. 

There was Mr X. But to be fair, he was seeing both of us at the same time. He is now married and has two kids. There was the Best Man at my mate's wedding. We banged on the wedding night in Queensland, had a few random hook ups back in Melbourne and the next thing I hear through the grapevine, he's engaged! He too married my understudy and they have since had a daughter. I stopped seeing The Traveler when he took off to Africa to do some volunteer work. He met and fell in love with a fellow volunteer and from what he tells me, "she's the one". I'm sure there are a few more, in fact I know there are but I think you get the idea.

So fellas, If you're looking to find true love or 'the one' all you have to do is fuck me and hey presto! You'll meet the girl of your dreams!

Sunday, December 8, 2013

How you ruined me...


Just so that you know and don’t get a big head; I am over you. I have been for a long time. What I’m not over is the fact that you destroyed me and my ability to ever fully trust another man again. 

You were my very first serious relationship. 

I hate that you broke my heart the way that you did. I hate that you did it whilst I was so far from home. I was lucky that I had made such good friends and support group in England. You’re lucky I didn’t punch your fucking lights out.

I hate that you continued lying to my face, even after I had busted you cheating on me. I hate that the whore that you cheated on me with rubbed it in my face. I hate that you didn’t try to stop her. I hate that you went running off to her the night I busted you.

I love that your Mum and Dad took my side and thought of you as a monster.


I hate myself for accepting your pathetic apology and agreeing to get back together. I hate myself for saying yes when you proposed. I hate that you broke up with me in a text message from the other side of the world 5 months later after not hearing from you for nearly 3 weeks.

I hate that you got back to your life as normal, with not a care in the world. I hate that you are up to fiancĂ© number three. I hate that you’re both coming to Australia. It’s not big enough for the three of us.


I hate the way you make me feel about guys. I wish I could get close to feeling about someone else the way I once felt about you. I wish I had never met you. 


I hate that I have trust issues. Not only do I not trust men, I don’t trust myself. I don’t trust myself to let go and to fall in love again. When I get close, I shut my feelings out. I never want to feel the way you made me feel. I am broken and you broke me.
 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

My 'Love' results from an online personality test...

Love

Settling down doesn't have to be boring. Connecting with your true love match is just the start of a whole new adventure. So get ready to let your hair down!
As a Warm Heart, you’re very down-to-earth when it comes to love. Often it is the simplest pleasures that bring the greatest joy. For you, romance often evolves from a close friendship. You want a love that feels safe and secure and believe in building strong foundations based on trust and understanding. You are a deeply loyal person and you expect the same from your partner. A true relationship is about committing to share your life and leaning on each other in good times and bad. Quiet one-on-one time is important too. You like to dive in and get lost together in those magical feelings.
  1. Keep the magic alive in a relationship by spending quality time doing something that you'll both enjoy.

  2. Be bold. Don’t feel that there’s some perfect ideal that you need to live up to. You are an amazing individual. Celebrate that yourself and you’ll quickly find that you’re not the only one who thinks so.

  3. Do something different. Rent roller skates and wobble around the park hanging out to one another for balance!

Friday, September 13, 2013

I'm ready! (I think.)



I've kissed my fair share of frogs and now I think I'm ready for my Prince.

After going a bit feral when my heart was ripped out, stomped on, set on fire and finally urinated on I think I'm ready to try another relationship. There! I've said it. I'm ready to open my heart again to another man.

And before you go off on one; no, my biological clock is not ticking yet and I don't want a shotgun wedding. I just want to find a nice guy to spend time with. A dude that uses his brain to stimulate mine. A dude that makes me laugh and that does not take life too seriously. Someone that is kind and and that will appreciate me for the little things that I do.

I'm over the whole Internet dating bullshit. It's loaded with freaks, geeks and all in between. I'm sick of being hit on by men with wives and families. Guys that are double my age. I am not interested and I don't have Daddy issues, so move along.

Now I just need to work out which pond to look in to find my future Prince...

Friday, August 23, 2013

Light Bulb Momnet!



It has finally dawned on me that you truly don't know what you've got until it's gone! It's only taken most of my adult life thus far to come to this conclusion. Better late than never I guess?

Monday, May 20, 2013

How many is too many?

 
Yesterday I watched a movie called 'What's your Number?'. It's about a chick in her thirties, living in Boston; who's having a mini mid-life crisis. Her younger sister is getting married before her, her dropkick boyfriend recently dumped her and she has just lost her job. On the shame train home from losing her job, she digs through a box of personal items she comes across a magazine with an article that states that the average number of sexual partners for American women is 10.5. The article also goes on to say that women who have had twenty or more sexy-time friends will have difficulty finding a husband. She quickly digs through her box and starts writing down her list. She comes to a final number - 19. 

She decides that the next person she sleeps with will be her future husband. She pretty much fucks that up the same day by sleeping with her ball scratching, finger sniffing ex boss. She cannot believe what she's done and so that she doesn't get over 20 cocks, she decides to revisit them all. She enlists the help of her man whore neighbour to track down the original 19 fellas and in the process starts falling for him. She refuses to sleep with him as she sees him as another time wasting douche. Long story short, they find all of her exes. None of which are right for her to be with as they are either dead, married/engaged or just plain old weird (puppet guy). She eventually gives into her feelings for the man whore neighbour and allegedly the live happily ever after.

It got me to thinking, how many cocks for one girl is too many? 5? 10? 15? 20? 40? 100? From what I can remember from similar what's your magic number conversations my posse of girls, it seems we average between the mid teens to late twenties. We are all just into our thirties, assume we all had our cherries popped at age 15. This means at this stage in our lives we have been rooting like rabbits for at least fifteen years. Assume that most girls start out with a teenage love. A boyfriend they are with until they turn say, twenty. There's 1 cock and 5 years. Once we turn 18 and discover booze and partying our number of sexual partners dramatically rises. I'd say that in your early twenties a chick could easily sleep with at least 10 guys. Drunken one-night stands were pretty common in my day. I doubt that I could even give an accurate number of how many people I've slept with. 

I was somewhat a good girl until my ex broke up with me. He was my number 12. I went a bit boy-crazy after him and at age 26 after thinking I was going to be planning a wedding and spending the rest of my life with this one fella, the picture in my head was shattered and I found myself single, living out of home with my promiscuous, gay best friend. It was at this time that I discovered online dating. Starting a new relationship was the last thing on my mind I just wanted to fuck my little heart out to get my mind off the wanker that broke it.

Online dating is like shooting fish in a barrel. I must have clocked up at least ten to fifteen cocks in about 6 months. I can't remember the exact number (or names). Between my housemate and I, the front door of our house was like a revolving door of a busy office building in the city. There were dudes coming and going at all times of the day and night. Ahh, the joys of shift work, giving you the flexibility for a cheeky midweek rendezvous here and there. Bliss!

It was always safe sex. I knew that banging some random nameless guy was not worth contracting an STD for. I've calmed down a lot since then. That was a wild 18 months. My promiscuity came to an abrupt end when the house mate and I had a fight and I moved back home with my family. There's not a faster way on earth to kill your sex life than to move back home with your family!

The long and short of it all, I don't know how many cocks I've had. I estimate it's somewhere in the region of 25 to maybe 35 but probably more. Too many? What do you think? What's your number?

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Relationship Bench Warmer

So, The Gentle Giant has found a new lady friend. Again. And again, I've been ditched. I have come to realise that I am his relationship bench warmer. You know, someone he gets along with, can ask questions to occasionally fuck whilst there is nobody else around to do these things with. There have been at least three times that I can recall that I have been called up to play from the bench.

I'm sick of being treated like a door mat by this guy. He drops me like a hot potato every time a new skirt is on the scene. I'm over it. I am worth more than being some one's bench warmer when he's bored and has nobody else to play with.

He claims he misread our relationship and asked why I sat back and said nothing. I don't know why I sat back and did sweet fuck all. I can give spot on relationship advice to anyone that asks, but when it comes to myself, I guess I just lack the confidence in myself to practice what I preach. I think it comes down to the old adage, once bitten twice shy. I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. Sleeve hearts have a tendency to get knocked about.

I've come to realise after writing my last blog, that I was not in love with him. I was in love with his brain. I like clever dudes. They stimulate my head and keep me on my toes. I'm just going to have to find another clever boy with less of the head fucking stuff going on. I want a dude that wants to be with me for me, and not just until something more exciting comes along. I'm better than that!

So Mister, that's it. When your latest relationship turns to shit, don't come running to me for advice on healing your broken heart. You're a big boy, I'm sure you can cope on your own. There will be no more keeping this chick on the hook. I think once and for all I finally have you out of my system. Good day to you Sir!

Bring on my Birthday celebrations this weekend and perhaps a new fella to focus my energy on! Another year older and wiser me thinks.