Things are about to get messy!

Excited to hear about HornsBee! Can’t wait to see some photos then!
OK Here’s the amusing story…and anyone who has recently perused the drafts folder may have seen this coming…!I’m going to post in 2 bits so it makes more sense.

Catchup from before…. Since my last post I have been wanting to do a kind of recap about the whole No Lovin thing – I managed to get laid once in the past 6 months and whilst I was excited at the time, and kept telling myself (and anyone else who would listen) that he was soooo hot and boy oh boy was it fun. Like I have said before, premature ejaculation is NOT COOL! I feel bad for a BeeBoy that may have this as a particular problem, nasal spray technology, blah blah blah, but in this case I have begun to suspect it was less of a case of anything physiological, and more of a poor excuse for a wham bam thankyou mam sort of effort. There was a bit of an attempt at finishing me off, but it was ineffectual (largely due to a lack of enthusiasm!) so I faked it because I was getting bored so he’d finish up. Not too much of a problem at the time, in a, well there’s always next time, wait and see sort of way, but when they don’t return your calls later, it’s a bit of a yeah, just because you’re extremely hot, that’s no excuse to be pathetic in the sack! (and have a small penis….)

Another rant I have been trying to get out is that I think there must be some kind of chemical in your brain that is linked to how much sex you are getting and how much you think about it. I have developed this theory from when I realized that I wasn’t getting any, and yet somehow that was all I seemed to think about! ALL DAY! Having trouble concentrating on everyday tasks just because I kept thinking about sex sex sex. For a short while there (and I’m not entirely convinced yet that this theory is disproven!) I thought my own brain had been removed and replaced with that of an 18 year old boy. Or at least sex drive.

I returned to the kingdom of Far Far Away still out of my mind through lack of lovin’. He Sleeps In The Room Next Door Bee returns to the scene and we slip back into the old days, exactly the same as if he’d never kissed then gone out with my best friend then broken her heart-sort of-but she is being a bit dramatic-they were only together a few weeks-but and he found out I’ve been infatuated with him this whole time-and he knows now-and I was all upset over that-and now I’m over it and back to normal.

All thought I was over him hey!.....I was! Until I actually saw him again and realized I was only deluding myself.. d'oh