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And You Thought I Couldn’t Keep My Knickers On

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18 Oct 2007 ›

11:55am

In case you’re wondering, Bloke and I got along like a whorehouse on fire. The date was gooooood. Good to the point of goofy little-girl smiles creeping across my face at inopportune times for days afterwards. We made out like a couple of ecstasy addicts
again, this time on my stoop. I think both of us knew that if we took it inside we’d tear each other’s clothes off – and maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.

Now, you might be thinking, “Wait CG, I’ve been reading you for a while now, so I know that you are…er… how shall I put this? More than happy to shtup complete retards, so long as they look like extras in a Strokes video.” And you, loyal reader, would be correct.

The thing is, if I really like a guy I tend to hold off. And no, it’s not some born-again-virgin act that I learned in a How-to-Trap-a-Man book. It’s that I love, love, love anticipation. That incredible, fluttery stomached, shaky handed, rush of junior-high energy that precedes the deed itself. To be honest, when I get all sappy and reminisce about the times I’ve fallen in love, it’s never about the moment he told me he loved me. It’s always about the period before, when I was waiting… wondering which one of us was gonna cave first and blurt it out. I guess I’m an anticipation addict! I mean, once it’s gone, it’s gone – right? So I might as well savor it. I’m not saying it’s easy. Let me tell you, Bloke definitely got my Virginia talking, and she does not support my decision one bit.

Written by: Career Girl

My name is Career Girl and this is my blog. I write mostly (but not always) about my experiences at work. I hope that by writing about work I will stop wanting to kill everyone there. So far, no dice - but hope springs eternal right?