Long time no see again. Although I have been keeping myself quite busy. If I'm not mistaken, my most recent post here is about Darrin (#38) but actually the current count is 43 already (gonna crack the big 50 next year, hopefully). I won't elaborate so much on the past 5 fucks, #39 very uncannily was a 31-year-old Aussie named Darrin as well, I stumbled across him on adult friend finder (sad?), he was quite nice, had a massive wang, was very much into licking my arse and pussy but I just saw him that one time because he was not so much my type. He was handsome and athletic but he also shaved his legs which I found unbelievably gay. Bleugh. #40 was someone I've actually known for about a year and he talked me into being his girlfriend but soon after went off me which was all for the better since we were too different to be a couple anyway. But he was the first guy to introduce me to all his mates and take me down his local. I reckon the reason why he asked me to be his girlfriend was, very stupidly so, that he took an e on that one night when I was stood up by some idiot but was hurting to go out and we went out together and that on the subsequent times we met we both took es and were so loved-up and all that crap and he actually told me he loved me (seriously, this ain't the drugs talking!) Yea, right. Then came Steven, #41, whom I met on the internet as well, and who was another Englishman. Positive thing about him was that he was really excellent at giving head, hope I'll see that one again. #42 was one of the more grave mistakes I've made, he was a 68-year-old who turned out to be a complete nutter and who stalked me for quite some time. I resent him very much because apart from being crazy he is not a good person. And he looked well gross like a corpse when he was asleep and he was so emaciated his skin was dangling off him, ugh. #43 was a nice one again, a really very tall and handsome lad from Denmark and because I started learning Norwegian in summer I mostly spoke Norwegian to him which unfortunately turned out to be mostly Dutch because I was so drunk (we met in Kilians). The one thing I did manage to get across was 'your house or my house' in Norwegian which I won't write down here because I'm so weird that I can only speak Norwegian but not write or read it. Before we got into a taxi to go to his I remember that Caroline told me not to do it but I couldn't understand why not, I had actually had an e before and I was in need of some bodily contact. It later turned out that the lovely Danish lad is a friend of Caroline's flatmate and she didn't want them to talk about how her mates are skanks, oh dear, too late. So at his place I barely remember anything, just that we had sex somehow and that I went home after that. Somehow I feel like I'm having more and more black-outs these days. Maybe I drink too much.
Next time read about my third and latest date with the utterly divine Søren (#32).
