Sleazy Sexting

A few weeks ago I had a date.  The date ended up in my bed and left the next day.  For the weeks leading up to Christmas we engaged in conversation via text and online messaging but he never made a move to go out with me again.  I spoke about this encounter in an earlier post in which you can read about here if you missed it.

The day before he left to Japan for a holiday over Christmas and the New Year, we met up or more true to the event he came to meet me to pick up his jacket which he left at my place. So I was drinking with Janey at El Loco.  Both Janey and I thought that he would at least stay for a drink especially since the day before when we were supposed to meet, he double booked himself.

But nope, he didn't, he came in and said his cab was waiting outside for him.  I was disappointed but said to him 'I don't care'.

The next morning, he sent me a text message saying how good I looked last night and me having a massive night also was in bed and wanted some company.  And so it began, the dirty text messages and I played along as I wanted him to come over but of course he didn't.

I didn't hear from him in days, but then one day I was at the gym and he sent me a dirty message, I didn't reply.  But a few days later when I was drunk, I replied but when I did, I felt really embarrassed.

Soon after, I was getting at least two to three messages a day, it just got really, really sleazy and I am just thinking this is really gross.  I confided in some friends and they too were grossed out.  I am just not sure if I should be treated like that.  With such disrespect.  I know I played along with it initially but now it's just plain disgusting.

Here is a little peek into what Mr Sexting said:

"I am masturbating thinking about you"

"I'd so love to cum deep inside you"

wait it gets worse:

"Can I cum in your delicious pussy or pull out and you swallow every drop"

I didn't reply to them but they just kept coming through and I just got more and more disgusted with it all.

Whatever happened to treating a lady like a lady and with respect for her?



Stay tuned for PART 2.

The Pool of Options

I have just started watching Offspring on TV and I must say I actually really like it.

In one episode, Nina had what was supposed to be a one night stand and she couldn't shake the 'afterwards' as her relationship hat went straight on.

I think I can relate, I have said it before and I will say it again, sometimes I wish that I just had the emotions of a guy.  For some reason most guys seem to be able to master and perfect the act of a one night stand. I am eagerly looking for some tips to be able to perfect it on my end.  Any suggestions would be very welcome.

I wonder if it has something to do with age, I do remember being in my twenties and it actually was so much easier.  But back then it was also so much easier to have a 'pool of options'.  What pool of options do I have now?  At the moment, not being in my twenties has reduced the pool to about nothing, mainly due to me being more selective, picky, less likely to talk to a random guy and also less likely to go out more than once or twice a week.

I will even put it to the places in which I now frequent.  Last Saturday night me and Janey went out on a little food tour.  I wouldn't say that the three places we went to, which were two restaurants and the newly refurbished El Loco in Surry Hills were prime positions to open up our 'pool of options'.  Alas our challenge 'First to Pash Wins' - did not even get a chance to start.... were we just being too picky? Or are we these days so content to have fun within our small but tight circle of friends that we fail to notice those outside of the circle?

My bestie tells me that Sydney is just too snobby, that people actually don't care to venture out of their comfort zone and are just content to stay in their own circles.  And I do agree.  Take for example the last time I 'hooked' up.  Italian, traveller, not from Sydney.  - Is this the ugly truth?

My chances of venturing out of Sydney will not happen in the near future and even if after the last attempt of a one night stand was a success in terms of me not having the relationship hat on, it failed in the sense that I came out of it grossed out that I even went there.

I dread to think, is that an indication of what's left in my pool of options?

Yours truly,

Miss A

Love, Tilly Devine.

Today I was pretty good following my diet.  Yes I had a wrap for breakfast but it only had egg, spinach and mushrooms in it, and it was a spinach and herb wrap... surely that's fine?

Lunch was chicken breast strips with tofu, zucchini and fresh chilli on a bed of cos lettuce.  No carbs, I'm doing well.

I snacked on five almonds maybe six, I made sure I didn't have more than that on my desk.

But then I realised in the afternoon how bloated I became.  It was uncomfortable, my belly was massive, but it felt hollow.  I don't know if it was because of something I ate?  If anyone knows at all, please let me know.

I know it's probably not the best thing to say, but over a glass of red, I actually felt better.

Met up with the one and only Janey, we went to a bar I have been meaning to check out called Love, Tilly Devine.  We headed to a small alley behind Crown Street on Darlinghurst.  It actually used to be the store room of Best Cellars.  And the name came from a well known Madame, back in the day.
Some people have the best ideas.

What we did enter into was a cute bar, with loads of personality, a great vibe about it and cosy enough to be hidden away.  We also noticed the overpriced menu, our wine by the glass was $15, yes it was from France and yes a very nice drop though I didn't fancy ordering another at that price.

So we finished off our plate of mixed salami which was neither here nor there, as well as the plate of peas, olive tepanade and buffalo cheese drowned in olive oil and decided to head off to Pocket Bar for another glass of vino.

I must tell you something about Janey and that is her love for crepes.  Although this may be our second time ever having crepes together but it was re-enforced to me... Janey Loves Crepes.

We went for the lemon curd, pine nuts with Cointreau sorbet.  I was expecting the usual moon shaped crepes to come out but it actually threw me when it came out rectangular.  Nice touch I thought and it went down well.

I know I haven't done well staying off the carbs but one thing I have been doing is staying away from sugar.

The crepes went down well, but I also need to go to sleep and I am not sure this will happen any time soon.

A lovely casual night out.  Back home now and getting ready for bed and prepping for a client meeting tomorrow.

Did I tell you the first week at work went well?

Not signing off as per usual today.  Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe not.

Diet Fail

First day at the office was as first days always are, get to know the accounts, the clients, their websites.  I spent most of the time studying client's websites more than once, more than five times even.  By midday I had used 50% of my phone's battery and even without a game of Angry Birds.

I came out of a Monday morning meeting knowing that I am not supposed to surf the net, have to be in at 8.30am and my boss will be keeping tabs at what time everyone turns up to work.  Well with about seven or eight of us, it's not a very hard task to keep up to date.

I of course turned up at 9.00am not knowing what the agency start time was, and as Dad said to me later on , "you should've asked".  Assumption, dare I say it's one of my worst enemies.

The day went well though, it's nice to be valued, to be heard and to be able to give input into a campaign.  I was given an account which is to be my new 'baby'.  An excellent challenge, a chance to shine and actually put my skill set to use and most of all to be able to think and be challenged, and to know that what I have to give, my experience will be appreciated.

Then came the fail.  First day of my attempt at the South Beach Diet started well.  Two egg omelette with asparagus, mushrooms and 97% fat free champagne ham, topped with coriander and pepper.  Delicious and I snacked on almonds before lunch time.

Lunch time... oh dear!  I met up with a friend of mine visiting from the UK, bless his cotton socks and all 5"1 of him, he actually came to see me at work.  I met him at the train station and on impulse decided to have McDonalds for lunch.  I thought the McChicken meal was the best option rather than my preferred Quarter Pounder meal, and I tried to forget the large Big Mac meal I had yesterday as a snack after lunch.

I am not doing very well am I?

To make things worse, after my failed attempt to have dinner and red wine with Janey, I got myself a cheese and bacon roll from Bakers Delight and ate it on the platform in 3 minutes before my train arrived to go home.  I even by passed the gym, I promised myself a session today and for the rest of the week ... fail!

I even had dinner when I came home, brown rice which was not too bad I guess seeing as I was on a massive fail of a diet day today anyway.

Me and Janey promised via text message that we would start tomorrow.  I asked her if she wanted me to buy an online deal for us - a starter to share, two large pizzas or pastas and two desserts for a ridiculously awesome price of $19.  She reminded me of that damn diet.  I sighed and closed the window.  I've had their pizzas before, they are outstanding.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

Give me strength somehow.

Yours truly,

Miss A

Photo ref: Pizza and wine in Johannesburg before my flight back to Sydney.