There I was, minding my own business, sat outside the local reading the paper, beer in hand, just catching the last few rays of warmth from the sun when a car honks..... I look up and it's "Maybe" parking opposite, big grin on her face.....

She had just been "Driving past".... yeah ok then........ I got her a drink and we chatted for a bit.... about nothing mostly, then I suggested a takeaway curry at mine...... she leapt at the chance so off we trotted to the curry house.

Back at mine we didn't really get round to eating the curry...... she was insatiatiable...... what i like to call a "hungry whore" .... the state whereby a girl just wants cock and nothing is gonna stop her!

This has always presented me with issues... on the one hand, tittilating a girl to that point is a good thing..... and is to be incouraged, but on the other hand no man likes a cock hungry manic crazy girl for long.... we like girls to be a bit more refined... well I do anyway!

"Maybe" was "Presenting" (I believe that is the correct term?) like a man in the desert finding water...... it's a bit like scoring in front of an open goal.... if you just shot the goalie with a gun... in the back as he ran away...... it wasn't the conquering feeling that men like to have...... I like to be the first man on the moon, not just one of millions on a day trip.... we like to feel that we have gained access to something special.... valued, reserved for a chosen few........ or is that just me?

Suffice to say it took the edge off my shagathon.... though she still got it good........ obviously!

It was more fun when she was a proper "Maybe" and needed effort to fuck..... now she is a sure thing I am bored......

So off I went on Saturday morning on a mates stag do....... 18 holes of golf in the morning, 18 in the afternoon, beers, dinner and strippers to follow. All very straight forward and nothing to get unduely fucked up over.

Golf was ok, dinner average then we got to the bit I am good at, the drinking and wenching. We ended up in a lapdancing bar...... now I have always thought that these places were rather pointless, and struggle to understand why anyone would pay £25 for a three minute dance to watch a pretty girl flashing her pussy at you when you can have half an hour of happy time with a hooker for not a lot more. Well ok, these days you are looking at £100+ but still, you can be up to your nuts in guts or stood in an overpriced bar with loads of other men who all have hardons like you and nothing to do with them!

Long story short I ended up listening to "The Governor" and enlisting the services of professionals. Now ok I do feel bad, but it opened my eyes to the reality of my current situation. Whilst Girlfriend is a great girl, perhaps I am not destined for manogamy? Perhaps being a promiscuous shagger is my role in life?

Next step is to set Girlfriend free..... although, a spell on the subs bench might not be a bad play to make.... she is after all a great shag and has been up for most of my deviant practices!

Long story short...... I was supposed to be seeing girlfriend last night.... had dinner and a movie all planned... then walked into an open window which resulted in lots of blood and gore everywhere! I soon realised that ignoring the gaping wound in my head was a little foolhardy so rang girlfriend to cancel proceedings so I could pop myself off to casualty and get sewn up.

Girlfriend wouldn't take no for an answer when I turned down her offer of a lift to the hospital....... so I sat around leaking blood for 15 minutes until she arrived to do her Florence Nightingale bit!

I am used to taking care of myself so was more than happy to drive myself one handed the 15 miles to the casualty department, but actually felt strangely warm and fuzzy being looked after for a change.

Needless to say if you spend 2 hours in a hospital waiting room which was full of manky people with a variety of ailments and the mandatory drunken twat causing chaos then get some club handed foreign nurse glueing your hair to your head with superglue, it can take the shine off your romantic evening.....

I got Girlfriend to drop me home so I could chill out a bit, grab a shower (though I can't get my head wet for 5 days!), a bit to eat and a cold beer or two!

As my headache started to subside I drifted off to sleep..... liking the whole being looked after thing...... as a sign of commitment I am going to buy her a box of teabags!

The strangest thing has happened to me since I have been back from France. It would appear that I might actually have fallen for someone.... a bit! I know ..... how likely is that..... I thought I had out grown all that kind of unpleasantness, but there I was minding my own business when up she pops...... quite bizarre really.

So the situation is that I am currently seeing this girl, she is nothing like the normal "type" that I go for either..... but she has something that works........

We have been seeing each other for a couple of weeks .... which explains my recent blogging silence.... didn't really know what to think..... it's unchartered territory for me!

It seems that my house is steadily gaining stuff too.... toothbrush, then toothpaste... then after leaving a pair of shoes... to which I commented that it might be too early for leaving them... she proceeded to take one of them away the next day..... so I now have one shoe.... a tee shirt (for sleeping in apparently.... my nudity in bed rule has been dismissed as unworkable!) a pillow case..... don't ask..... there was a reason I'm sure........ today pots of crap seem to be multiplying in the bathroom...... what they are all for stumps me, "strawberry foot balm"...... ?? Ignorance is bliss I think!

So to summarise, it is a strange sensation to wake up next to someone who you like, rather than someone who you like to fuck.........
..... strange, but quite pleasant.