Tomorrow I’ve arranged to see Steve who I was seeing a few months ago. I finished with him because he was really rubbish in bed. I mean really, not even boring, actually unpleasantly annoying. It was really that bad. Obviously I didn’t tell him any of this. I said that our lifestyles are incompatible.
On Friday I bumped into him on the street outside my office. I’m hoping this was a coincident and he’s not stalking me. So he asks if we can meet up for a drink Sunday afternoon. Sure I say, it’s been a while so I don’t expect him to think we’re going to get it on. But he texts back… so you can use me? He always used to say I was amazing in bed. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, he actually made me bad in bed. Quite possibly some of the worst sex I’ve ever had. He used to have a spanking fetish which was quite fun but everything else was really bad. But he’s really funny, we had a laugh together so I kinda wanted to meet up and have a few drinks and a giggle. So I say that I just want to meet up for a few drinks as friends. He’s cool with that so we’ll see how that one goes tomorrow.
