Well yesterday's blog ended rather abruptly and it may have seemed like Melody came off in a bad light. I only realised this after reading it back to myself and have since apologised to her.
Mel was exactly the kind of woman I wanted and I'll prove that point a bit later. We've got a lot more to cover before that though.
Two relationships in Northampton really stand out to be life changers, but neither lasted more than 3 weeks. I've told the regulars readers to my blog about Samantha, who I now class as my sister. What I didn't tell you, was that the same day I met Samantha, I started going out with Debbie.
The reason Debbie stands out is she is giving me the chance of starting my life again later this year, by letting me share her flat. I wasn't a great boyfriend to her, so the fact we're still close friends is testament to just how nice a person she is.
One of Debbie's friends started saying nasty things about Samantha in front of Charli, her younger sister. I kicked off big style. not only did Samantha not deserve that, Charli shouldn't have had to see her sister treated like that. It was that situation that made me realise that the two of them were more than just friends to me, they were someone I wanted to protect. I even kicked someone's head in after he took a swing at Samantha a few months later.
I was never short of offers to be taken to bed. That isn't bragging, because that's not what I wanted.
I wanted love. I wanted someone to settle down with. I wanted someone to spend the rest of my life with and be a mother to my children. It turns out that this way of thinking will get you laid, but will never get you true happiness. Most of the time, I was more into the relationship than the other person was and that meant I was hurt more when it went wrong.
On the other end of the scale was my brother and he proved my rule. He wanted all the sex that I was getting and got nothing but long term relationships.
Talking about him brings up another moment of comedy gold. I was having sex with my current girlfriend while I was sharing a flat with the self proclaimed 'German' and she was.....well.....making herself heard. Halfway through, we heard a can of beer being knocked over in the living room, to which I shouted; "Will you keep the bloody noise down?". My current girlfriend and I couldn't help but smile when we walked back into the living room later on.
That relationship threw up some big talking points. I should have known it would be an eventful one when for the first week or so i had to listen to her tell her boyfriend that she loved him, while silently mouthing to me that she didn't and it was me she wanted. he was the one that I ended up punching for taking a swing at my sister, so I don't in any way feel guilty. He was a tool and she was too soft to dump him.
Still, the signs were there in that first week or so and it was certainly entertaining after that.
She once got the little fella out in a pool hall, then walked away leaving me exposed to the room before i had a chance to get him back in my trousers. Cheeky minx she was. We had a massive bust up one night after being on the lash. That ended up in our friend's shared living room, with me brandishing a kitchen knife, threatening to slice my wrists open. I have no idea what was going through my head. I never wanted to harm anyone else, but for some reason I thought harming myself would make everything better. I lost count of the times where brick walls, lamp posts and street signs would take the full force of my frustrations at women over the years.
Please, the women out there, if you find yourself with a sensitive, loving and caring bloke, don't fuck with his head. You may found out you're contributing to his future mental health issues.
On two occasions I was in a relationship with someone who had children. The first I detailed in a previous blog entry. The second was seriously messed up, in every way possible.
Her name was Tracey. She was 31 and had 6 kids. Yes, six. If memory serves, it was by seven different fathers (or maybe it was 5). Still, I was barely 18 and there was a big age gap. Sadly, the maturity gap was the complete polar opposite to what it should have been. I was a thinker and she wasn't. Not a great deal going on in the looks and certainly didn't have a personality to make up for that. Again, I have no idea what I was thinking.
Two days into the relationship, mid-coitus, she tricked me into a marriage proposal. Men, never agree to a damn thing in the middle of sex, your brain won't be able to process what you've just agreed to.
I got on with the kids better than I got on with her and each of them loved me in return. The youngest, Nikita, was a little darling. She was 2, adorable and hung on to me like each moment she saw me would be the last. Personally, I think she was so used to men coming and going, she made the most of the time she had with them while she could. She'll be in high school now. I just hope she has a decent father figure in her life.
As the blog title suggests though, it was mostly sex that was going on, with the odd bit of unrequited love thrown in. I started falling for a girl called Lynzi. She was a younger version of Julianne Moore. Absolutely gorgeous and a wonderful personality to match. Sadly, she was still getting over a previous relationship and despite some early promise, it ended when i told one of her male friends to back off after he asked her out, despite the fact he knew she was with me. She was looking for an excuse to get out I think and that was all she needed. I really did like her though and didn't give up on her altogether for a couple of years.
After moving back to Warrington, I was quickly into a relationship with Sarah, a relationship which I've gone into in a previous blog.
After Sarah, there was the odd relationship, but I mostly went back to the one night stands. I was different up here now aswell. I was Northern in Northampton and Southern in Warrington. I was labelled a charmer aswell. I was always looking for that special someone though.
What I was looking for was a Northern version of Melody. I wanted someone just like her. In hindsight, I probably still wanted Mel herself. But I did find someone just like Mel. It was almost spooky at just how close this girl game to my vision of the perfect woman.
She was small, curvy, busty and had a killer smile. I was smitten almost instantly and when she admitted to me that I would be her preferred choice over another friend of mine, I thought I was in.
We had a great laugh together. We'd go out into town, have a great night and she'd come back to mine and we'd fall asleep together in each others arms. We weren't in a relationship, but I thought we were heading somewhere. I started to let my guard down and start to fall for her pretty quickly. boy, what a mistake that was.
She led me on, pretty much from the start. Even when she kissed me after me and a friend dropped her off at home. I was giddy for days after that kiss. Things were going really well.
However, things started to change when I started hinting at taking things further and actually starting a relationship. She ran a mile then. Turns out she was just using delaying tactics and saw me as nothing more as someone she enjoyed being around. She was never honest though. She never told me a straight no. it was always a maybe, or a let's see how things go. She was trying to spare my feelings by stamping on my heart.
It all came to a head one night when we were out and I spotted her chatting some bloke up. not that she was trying to hide it mind, it was almost like she was doing it in front of me on purpose. I flipped though and somehow ended up next to the River Mersey at the weir. I was ready to jump in. It was when I realised I'd only be doing it to try and make her feel like she'd make me feel and quickly coming to the conclusion that she wouldn't give a shit, that I called a friend, who came and talked to me, before dropping me off at home.
Now there is a part three, and that will be available for you shortly. I hope you come back and read it
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