Whilst I realise that I’m not entirely able to stick to my word – for example I’d told Goran that I probably wasn’t going to meet anymore new men – when in fact I still had one live online dating profile up and was occasionally flirting with the more interesting men out there, meant that inevitably there was going to be a date or two with someone new sooner or later.
Which was what happened last night. After Goran cried on my shoulder over the bust up with his new woman last Thursday, he had also made it clear that I was no longer shag buddy of the moment. I asked him again why he thought talking to me was going to resolve the issues he had with pugilistic new woman – she had thrown an almighty temper tantrum which ended with Goran getting a black eye and ruptured eardrum. The answer he’d given hadn’t been flattering – I needed to get all this off my chest. And after all the TLC I’d showered on him too! Patience has never been my strongest suit … perhaps it really was time he had a less poly and strictly monogamous relationship with his missus. He said they had been considering exactly this, that she might also give up the man she was seeing on the other side of the world. I am really done with being led on or used. He’d tried to assuage any guilt re his culpability – I haven’t led you on, have I? I had laughed about it, but on further analysis can only conclude that he is as great about deceiving himself as the next man, and perhaps everyone else too – NW (with rather bruising consequence), his wife, and me.
Bidding him adieu, with a tinge of sadness but knowing also that I had had a lucky escape (once again), I ended up flirting outrageously that evening with a couple of new guys and asking one of them, the photographer pro at the other end of the OkCupid app if he was willing to meet up. Long story short, he came up to my neck of the woods earlier this afternoon and was just the right sort of geeky sexy and eager enough to check into the Hendon Hall Hotel. It had been far too long since the last time I had had hotel sex, and I realised how much I missed the frisson of excitement and naughty fun that evoked. When I left him, spent and sated, I came home feeling quite pleased with my efforts.
He had been most appreciative of what I had to offer and although I liked to think that I was also honest in my dealings with him, revealing that I would not be available next week as I was joining Ewan in the Scottish Highlands, I could not be certain that there might be a second date. He had confided quite early on that he was hoping to meet the One, but was not averse to a little fun along the way – so aren’t we all too?