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Posted by ThedaVamp on Wed 15 Apr 09, 1:20 PM to ThedaVamp's blog.
It was the anniversary of my meeting the person I'm now in a relationship with.
Over a year ago I wrote this blog – http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/183325/
I had been single for several years and suddenly realised I wanted something more. So I got over myself, and decided to do the 'normal' thing – dating. Dear god almighty, it was horrendous! I went on approximately 4 dates a week – sometimes 2 dates a day. I was the dating monster. Drinks, dinners, small talk over and over. It was painful, but at least provided a variety of amusing anecdotes after I had scrubbed myself with wire wool to feel less tainted by the experience.
Some of the beauties –
The date that lasted 15 minutes – 5 minutes walk to the restaurant, 5 minutes of him crying in the restaurant about being married and lying, 5 minutes to mop his tears and run back to the station.
In the washroom and planning my escape from another date, I return, ready to call it a night, to discover he'd ordered another bottle of wine and dinner on MY card.
The chap who used the date to slag off his ex, complain about his lumbago and his car insurance.
The man, who wanted me to meet him for the first time at his house, then started getting really pushy and abusive when I suggested that maybe, seeing as we were complete strangers; we should meet for a coffee and get to know you first date.
The man who asked 'so do you like to be skull fucked?'
Another married man, whom when I found out he was married, decided that his modelling portfolio would win me over and change my mind.
The half hour date where he spent his time telling about his recent nervous breakdown brought about by his intense level of genius.
The South African beauty, whom after a great date, went into a rant about black people being lazy and violent, yet said she was quite happy to pull out a gun whilst driving and blow their heads off if they approached her car.
The recovering alcoholic cocaine addict recluse semi-celebrity (we didn't go out much).
Being stood up on more than 4 occasions.
After all of these and many many more mediocre ones, some with lovely people who to this day are good friends (no sexual chemistry, but great mates) I was pretty much at the end of my tether. I decided one more date and that would be it.
I'd never really gone through a dating period in my life and now that I had, I discovered how bloody awful it was. Why would anyone put themselves through this? For years in some cases! I couldn't even last 2 months!
So one more. This time I would play it safe. Week day, lunch time. Limited timescale, so if it doesn't go well, we could both escape and there would be no chance of me deciding to get drunk enough to tolerate the person and have sex with them.
It went well. We had a laugh, talked comfortably and flirted. A nice date.
I asked him out again, this time to a party. Not just any party, but a Goddess Party.
After just one lunch date, two weeks later, he arrived at a house in a strange area, full of strange people. Women dressed to the nines and all men naked except for their aprons. He stripped, put on his uniform apron, got on his hands and knees and despite his blushes, served as well as any of the slave boys there. Took the humiliation, the servitude, the insane cackling by me and my fellow dommes with total aplomb. Chatted with the other slaves and went though the looking glass in great style. To say I was impressed, is an understatement.
Since then, it's been a dramatic year, with lots of ups and downs, rollercoastering emotions and yet he takes it in his stride.
He's tolerated my dramas, my mentalness, my commitment phobia, my obsession with details and timescales and routine. My freak outs, my panic attacks, my family, having his clothes covered in cat hair as soon as he steps through the door. My stopping to talk to every cat, dog, squirrel, fox, pigeon, rat etc we pass on the street, no matter how late it is or tired he is. He gets on well with my playmates and friends, can happily sit back during a girl's night out and let us catch up on gossip and bonding, and cares enough to ask after them when we're alone. Isn't actually possessive, despite his 'man' thing for putting his arm around my waist when we hang out with others, which makes me laugh, because I'm extremely sociable, and he gets dragged around to events like a handbag and forced to meet more people in the space of a night, than he does in a month. If he doesn't hold on, he gets lost in a sea of faces.
It's not easy for me. He sometimes arrives late which makes me uncontrollably furious. He's full of good intentions, but his ability to plan anything in advance and actualise it is almost zero. He's a fluffy boy whose head is in the clouds, when it's not inside the engine of a vintage car. He doesn't understand why so many things get me so angry politically and thinks 'that's just the way things are, why get worked up about them?' He likes early nights and relaxing. I'm a fidget, hyperactive and go to sleep late as it takes me a while to unwind from the day. I'm a control freak, he goes with the flow. He likes machines, I like animals. He eats meat, I'm a vegetarian. He's a complete non smoker. I'm Fag Ash Lil. He likes the warm, I like leaving my windows open.
On paper it wouldn't work. But this isn't paper, it's real life.
Being a pragmatic woman, that's all that counts.
| 15 Apr 09, 1:42 PM Crystal_Eyes UK, 5 yrs    |
Aww, what a lovely blog! I may be squeeing just a tiny bit on your behalf.  xxxxx ------------------------------------------ | ||
| 15 Apr 09, 1:49 PM Mel_SnM UK(BA), 7 yrs |
often when the blue prints don't match are the best relationships formed..
congratulations I am unique, amazing, an individual and special!!! (just like every other fucker on the planet) Edited 15 Apr 09, 1:50 PM by Mel_SnM | ||
| 15 Apr 09, 1:53 PM The_Colonel_Whatwhat 3 yrs  |
Sounds like a man comfortable in his own skin. That's always attractive. I came, I saw, I concurred | ||
| 15 Apr 09, 2:02 PM Conan_The_Librarian UK(S), 3 yrs |
A lovely, funny blog, excellent. But, I have to ask, how could any lady resist a gentleman who comes out with a chat up line of such quality?
Its good to know that romance isn't dead. Here comes a whizz-bang, and I think you know what I'm talking about, woof! | ||
| 15 Apr 09, 2:18 PM slutling_angel 4 yrs |
I can relate to both the blogs you have typed.
Sometimes the two work and hell it sounds like you have a gem there
Congratulations My submission is not a gift. | ||
| 15 Apr 09, 2:49 PM crystaltips UK(S), 5 yrs |
Have to admit I was considering asking if you still have this ones number | ||
| 15 Apr 09, 3:06 PM TeddyXxBearies UK(CR), 4 yrs |
So good to hear about people working out !
CONGRATULATIONS ! I once had a Blind Date arranged by a mutual friend who neglected to tell Me the Girl was a Lesbian ! To this day I have no idea WHY She didn't think this would be an issue. Mind You, we had a lot in common sexually, we both loved the same women Better To Be Hated For What You Are- Edited 15 Apr 09, 3:09 PM by TeddyXxBearies | ||
| 15 Apr 09, 3:17 PM MissP UK(EN), 8 yrs |
Awwwwwwwwwww | ||
| 15 Apr 09, 3:22 PM tromaville UK(GL), 11 yrs |
Always great to read blogs about things working out well. Good to hear you found a good un in the end (wonder whats happened to all the others!) | ||
| 15 Apr 09, 3:28 PM missuslovett UK(TN), 5 yrs |
I got the very same inquiry on a date once. Perhaps it's now a popular and well recognised pick up line. Perhaps it's the same man (he had been single a while).
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