And it was all well

Where do I start?

The boy/man nicknamed Kex, did very much succeed in his seduction. Honestly, it was never brilliant, but a first time with a new lover rarely is. However he certainly is keen and teachable. It is quite intriguing. 

Next. 

And oh, date with Mr. Perfect went well. We have made plans for dinner next. Have I ever met anyone so well-mannered? No. And he certainly was less camp when there was only me and him. The innocence in him following me home and me giving him a kiss on the cheek is adorable.

So boys out of the way. Mother and sister (age 14) was over. 

Selfridges provided excellent recreation. I now have a beautiful coat and some boots to prevent me from hypothermia. Brilliant. 

And food. Lately sex has been replaced by food. Of growing importance. I read cookbooks. I have started cooking again. Baking. Anything. 

So evidently I appreciated a visit to a beautiful countryside restaurant. The food was perfect. And the St Emilion my mother let me choose to accompany it - exquisite. 

Pardon my absence

I blame it on my ppills. I have been a horrible sad person lately. And oh, sometimes manically happy. 

The Fresher now completely ignores me. Possibly because I turn into a lovestruck 14 yearold whenever he is around; a little crosseyed, drool a little and then I ask a multitude of very stupid questions. 

But its convenient for fancy someon you can't have. Because that prevents me for falling for anyone and getting into more emotional trouble.

However

I have a date tonight with a guy who has been trying very very to get into my pants since the first moment he met me.

And Friday a date with Mr Perfect. Sadly I am convinced he is a closet-gay.

Then My mother and sister arrives and I shall finally eat proper food and shop in proper stores.

Get back on my feet again..

So I think its time he gets a nickname. 

Playback - Joy Division tells me how he is scared of commitment (surprise?) and we should thus be just friends. Sigh boys, what makes them think they are so amazing that women automatically want a relationship with them?

But nevermind. Because Monday night I dump into the stunning young blonde man from last wednesday. And he talks to me. I am already positively surprised. 

And it gets better, because finally something goes my way. As it seems also he want to go for "Do it again and do it right".

To my surprise I find myself back in his room...

To be honest, he is very inexperienced. Not in a fumbling kind of way but in inability of telling the other person what you want. 

But I got things my way. Finally. And it gave me that strength to just leave the depressed state I have wandered in for weeks.

Sway Fatale is back on her feet, ready to create, even more disruption. 

Teenage angst

To be honest. I havn't written as all I could have said would depress anyone. I have been a complete state of sadness, I blame it on my p-pills. 

And that Joy Division now seems to prioritise me just under "change lightbulb in storage room" and "hoover behind the refrigerator". 

It tears my confidence.

And evidently. Everyhting else goes wrong, for example, my sexy car is seriously broken.

Moreover I meet the hottest guy. Albeit a bit to young. But stunning. 

And I completely ruin all my chances there - Dramatically over-intoxicated I could not remember much. Anyhow it seems to have traumatised the poor boy. 

I have probably done one of the following things, or all of them

1. Dug my fingernails into his back

2. Told him to fuck me hard

3. Had scary nightmares

Add to that he had to do the worst walk of shame ever. Especially sad since when he did try to leave at night, but the irrational Sway wouldn't let him. 

So now I have failed with two hot blonde boys within ridiculously short interval. Angst and sad times.

So not a Femme Fatale at the moment..

Feeling Beautiful

To celebrate my coming of age next week me and my sister headed for a night out. We started of at a nice trendy bar with amazing marvelous cocktails. So as we moved on and then found ourselves queuing. And the line moved us more and more backwards. However in contrast to all other eager girls we stood quite uninterested, we had already had a blast of a night and our lives wouldn't end if we didn't get in.
Then the guy holding the guestlist catches my eye. And we exchange smiles. My dearest sister soon has to point out to the oblivious me that he is flirting with Sway Fatale.
This has never happened to me, certainly not in my hometown; After the next smile he exchanges some words with the bouncer and we are moved right past the line into the night club. Simply for looking good.
Self confidence boost? Oh yes.

And of course. He was sexy. We might have exchanged some kisses. I feel like 18 again. Vibrant. Free.

Sway Fatale endangers traffic

Joy Division thinks I am slightly mental. He loves it - I could have killed us but I must be good enough so he let me continue. Or, I know I am. 

Evidently, as he was driving I leaned over and gave him an intense blowjob... 

Thrill. 

Hit me with your best shot

Miss Mortal has gone home, feels very empty here now. Who shall now play guitar hero with me and dance around to ABBA?

Fortunately Joy Division should be here by 1.. 

(Then I hope he leaves before 4 as my sister probably will arrive here then and I feel we are really not at the meet the parents level yet.)

Other than that the finance sector is on the verge of collapse and I seriously dread my future. But if all goes badly, at least I can smile and announce that I am quite good at guitar hero and make an excellent impression of a goldfish.