Hello, fellow long-time daters. And hello to new faces too. I’m back, because I have an update. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.
Old-timers will remember a certain MrPug, who was beyond frustrating to date, and left a sizeable dent in my heart. (New faces need to know he was a hell of man, but impervious to my physical charms, then sent me rather an abrupt message and ghosted me.) I had much angst over whether I should message him, and was strongly and most wisely advised not to. Of course, I did. Once after a week, once after he had finished the work project I felt was responsible and once at Christmas. He ignored the first one, sent me an apology and a lame ‘no spark’ excuse after around a month, and a little smalltalk at Christmas. He promised to pop in when he was passing. He passes often and I have neither seen nor heard from him. No surprises there. I took up with MrPottery, who makes me very happy, although things began to fizzle out a bit after about three months, he has some things going on and asked for a little space. So, having left it to him to arrange things, we now have zero plans. Although we are still in contact, comms have also dropped massively. I suspect we are each putting the other in the ‘lovely, but not for me’ category. Pity, as he’s awesome in bed, but there you have it.
IMAGINE my shock, dear readers, when moments, mere moments after I had said to a friend I wasn’t actively looking, but wouldn’t turn down an opportunity should one arise, who should pop up in my messages but Pug. I NEVER thought I would see that again. You could have picked my jaw up off the floor. We exchanged a little small talk, and he asked if I were seeing anyone. I implied no, so he asked me out for a drink. Well, should I go? Of course not! Did I? Of course I did.
Without being too outing, he had a serious and scary health issue, which affected his energy levels and libido. He didn’t know until after Christmas, but it is well managed now. It’s in my scope as an ex health professional, so I know what he says is medically correct and no-one would learn about it to lie anyway. It’s too obscure.
So dear readers, I met him for a drink. And a car-park kiss. And, well, he’s definitely more tactile than I remember. Things are progressing apace. He is clearly a new man. I, on the other hand, am seriously feeling some aches and pains from not-quite-but-darn-close-to-it-car-sex. He’s back to texting a number of times a day, and following a few saucy texts from me about a cheeky afternoon vibrator session I indulged in, he was disappointed to only have been informed after the fact, had some suggestions for next time, and a plea for some real time updates. Who’d have thunk?
It just goes to show, you NEVER know what’s around the corner. I have never been so surprised. I was absolutely floored. (Now I need to go back and catch up with you all)