Oh, now look at that, loads more messages since I last looked, no wonder my poor demented menopausal brain get everyone mixed up.
flipflap Aha! The paranoia, date number ten and the coughing jogged my memory. Awww no...surely it's not come to an end? I had high hopes for you two. Surely it cannot end, not with a bang but with a whimpercoat retrieval.
whatamidoing hurray for Planeman! That's actually cheered me right up after a rather shitty day (nothing date or man-related). Also because I googled ByeFelipe, found it on Instagram and then couldn't stop reading all those awful messages. So much anger and twisted thinking from those men, it was very depressing. Planeman still being lovely and the other genuinely decent chaps some of you here have met reminds me that it's not all bad.
singleand fabulous I laughed myself silly at the idea of the numbed hand trapped in Audidriver's nether regions! Oh, I do love your descriptions of your shenanigans. And glad you finally got together again after him not making much of an effort. I remember you saying it was confusing you, as you were used to them doing the chasing and you usually had them eating out of your hand by then, and I thought 'Oh, what a brilliant, confident woman!'
sparklesandpearls what a lovely romantic date...and I mixed up Mr Tall with flipflop's man who I know remember had another nickname relating to being tall. You do need bringing back to earth though, you're far too happy, so here-have a virtual slap with a wet fish for daring to be so bloody loved-up on date two. Sheer madness, that's what it is 