I wish Milo was an onion...

I need to date an onion. Fact. When any man writes in his bio, on a dating site 'what you see is what you get' I'm not interested. I want more.  I need mystery and intrigue. I need twists and turns. I need layers. Therefore I need an onion! But what I don't want is a bad onion.

My second date, which had been arranged for the weekend, was cancelled by him. Due to illness, he asked if we could re-arrange. I was quite happy to go along with this and agreed with the re-arrangement. And I've never heard from him since... My nosy side would love to know what happened,  did he get a better offer? Did he read my blog? Did he get run over by a bus? My rational side says he wasn't all that great (bad onion) so move on.

Moving on, I went back to my meetup.com writing group on Sunday. I even plucked up the courage to read, out loud, some of my written work. I chose to read my piece about 'failing as a prostitute' and got lots of positive feedback. It's a Laidback writers group so I'm sure they got the funny side. Going to the group also gave me the kick up the arse to do some more writing, I'm loving my new laptop, and now wondering about self publishing. Having previously been in talks with two different publishers and still no book on the horizon, I'm feeling frustrated.

Milo has been a bit sickly this week. And boy when he's sick he's sick. He empties the entire contents of his stomach in one go. Then he looks at me all sad like he's in trouble. Just makes me love him even more than ever. I wish Milo was an onion...

Love of my life...

My rape alarming hair style...

I very nearly woke up the whole street this morning. I was preparing for my date, yes a date! when I reached for my hair mousse, which is extremely similar in appearance to my rape alarm! Luckily I realised in time and didn't wake up anybody and also didn't feel the need to inflict my date with an extra thick volumising hair do...

My date was with a gentleman I met on Plenty of Fish. I had used this website previously, with not much luck, but decided to renew my profile before Christmas. I was a little perplexed as I hadn't received a single response over the holidays. That is until I realised I had 'hidden' my profile from view. As soon as I 'unhid' my profile the messages came flooding in. Unfortunately it was slim pickings,with messages ranging from "Hi sexy" to just "Hi". And even these messages were spelt incorrectly. I decided it was only polite to reply to each and every one saying 'thank you but no thank you' but I did have to resort to copy and paste. And even then nearly all the gentlemen replied to my reply. So I've had a busy few days. Anyway one gentleman stood out from the crowd and our coffee date was successful enough to arrange a second date this weekend. Fingers crossed we've both made the right choice.  Tinder has been a bit hit and miss, although they did inform me that I'd been Right Swiped by over 3'000 people! Maybe a slight exaggeration there? And then Twitter sent me a notification that The Male Escort Agency was now following me, yikes! I thought, am I going to have to buy myself a boyfriend?

My best bit this week, besides some crisp, sunny walks on the beach with Milo, was becoming the proud owner of a laptop.  It's just a little basic one but it has got Microsoft word, which is a Godsend when doing my writing. I've been trying to write my book on my iPad which has been pretty frustrating. Now I'm ready to hound the publishing world...

Rape alarm versus hair mousse...

Truthfully Tinder?...

An expensive date... 

Beach days with Milo...

Apparently Cuckolds don't require medication...

Well hello 2018 nice to meet you. 2017 ended with Milo, me, my sister Pip and her partner all in the Beast on the top of a hill in North Wales. It was a last minute decision and a good one at that. We cooked a lovely meal had copious amounts of alcohol and watched all the fireworks in the distance. I had to do a breathalyser test in the morning before leaving and it was like waiting for a pregnancy result. Negative! No immaculate conception for me.

2018 has started with me full of cold and yet feeling rather positive. This year I really must focus on what I actually want. Last year I fear I sat waiting for things to happen and they didn't. So it's up to me to pull my finger out and achieve. I'm still determined to meet my soul mate, I swear he's out there somewhere. I just have to root through the oddballs I seem to attract. One of which was a 'Cuckold'. This was a new one for me, I'd never heard of it. He said he'd been Cuckold for over 20 years and asked me, via Tinder, if I was familiar with it? I had to google it, I was thinking along the lines of diabetes or epilepsy. Hmm.. No! He is a gentleman who would actively encourage me to be with other men during our relationship. His pleasure would be sexual humiliation. Sadly he'd have a long wait being with me, I've spent years trying to find just one man I fancy never mind a regular supply!

Also this year I really hope I can publish my book. The 'untold' bits of my blog. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Haha. I'm currently in talks with a publisher so fingers crossed I'm not let down again. I've got some exciting things happening this year involving Travel, TV and Writing. I just hope I can squeeze a wedding in too...!

Love my Beast...

Not pregnant just fat...

Feeling positive...

Family...

Happy New Year...