Let me tell you a little story that may or may not be definitely true.

Guy comes over for casual hook up.

After about five minutes of what feels great sex to girl (with little expression from him) he goes limp.

After girl makes effort, guy gives up.


Now, gentlemen, we girls understand that sometimes the body doesn’t do what we want it to (I’m due for my period in a couple of days, I get it).


When you stop altogether and then leave, it leaves US feeling a little undesirable.

And this pisses me off so fucking much that I can be affected this way by a guy I have very few romantic feelings for. I find myself asking, why do I care so much about someone I don’t really care about?

You see, it’s not about him. It’s about me.

When a guy (or girl) doesn’t try their best in the bedroom it can really make us feel like we aren’t worth the effort.

It’s humiliating.

And you know what? Maybe that’s the truth. Maybe I’m not worth that extra effort to avoid disappointment. But I can find someone else who doesn’t make me feel that way.

And I will.

Fuck you and your little games.

I won’t play.
I’ve never been too worried about people not responding often (see previous post).

But being outright ignored?

Nuh uh.

I don’t think so.

And I’m not talking about someone who has expressed disinterest. This is someone who when I see them in person they flirt. Heavily.

This is someone who told me they wanted something out of this – albeit not a relationship (which is perfect for me).

This is also someone who likes to think they’re all that. Someone who thinks I at least find him irresistible. I know, I laughed too.

But after several opportunities given, after several invites, nothing.

So obviously not that interested. Which is totally fine! It’s ok to not be interested.

Just don’t get pissy if I don’t flirt back next time I see you, ok?

Replying Quickly Does Not Mean I Am Infatuated


Responding quickly does not mean I am waiting around for your answer.

I’m talking to a guy on SnapChat and he was flirtatiously teasing me how I can never remember what my previous message was.

I told him that I’m doing other things and that I’m not just sitting there waiting for him to respond.

According to him it felt like I was because I always respond quickly.

Now I’m not the kind of girl to calculate how long to wait before replying based on how long it took him to respond. I tend to have my phone out (when it’s not being rude) so when I get the notification I respond.

I don’t sit there analysing the conversation so when the messages disappear I don’t have a prompt to remind me what the fuck we were talking about.

If it makes him feel better to think I’m THAT into him then fine. But I’m gonna be real about it.

Health Bitch Yas

DISCLAIMER: All body types are beautiful. This post applies to my own aspirations for my body.
Basically if there is a God out there he wasted child bearing hips on me. These hips ain’t lying.

And don’t get me started on my tits and my shoulders.

These things have never changed. I don’t think they ever will.

And I’m ok with that.

It’s my stomach, my legs, my arms and my face which change with weight.

For the last few years I had been gaining a lot of weight. I was by no means unhealthy physically, but it drained me mentally.

Finally I decided to change things when my lovehandles started looking a lot more like rolls.

I changed my eating habits but still find time to enjoy my food, big girl gotta eat, right ladies?

I exercise a little more than I did (although still not as much as I should).

Slight alterations like not drinking soft drink, making home made meals instead of getting takeout and reading labels on the food I buy have led me to lose ten kilos in the last three months.

Now this is not much by any means. And if I really worked hard at it I could lose weight a lot quicker. But I’m enjoying my life and the rate I am going at.

Yesterday I dressed up to go to a music festival and decided to take a mirror selfie.

Got my perfect photo on the first try.

Today I sent a SnapChat to a guy without making much effort and without looking like Jabba the Hut.

Didn’t need to worry about angles.

I’m not saying that these things particularly worried me before I was losing weight, but I’ve noticed that I’m a lot happier with myself. A lot more… comfortable.

So I will continue living a healthy lifestyle and try to push myself to be better everyday. And being better means enjoying myself too.

I’m close to my goal body type. And achieving this has made me extremely happy.
Ladies and gentlemen, just make sure you are where you want to be. And if you aren’t, work towards it. Just know that you are beautiful regardless.

Period Sex

For those who didn’t see my earlier post, this morning I was really pissed because I got my period and I was going to spend some time with a hottie. I thought that this little bit of blood had thrown every chance of getting laid out the window.


We had lunch, he came back to mine for a movie sesh, we made out. The whole time he knew I was on my period.

Finally he said, “You know I don’t mind that you have your period. Like, if you want to have sex. But only if you are comfortable with it.”

Comfortable with it? I’m at my horniest on my period plus sex helps with cramps. I fucking wanted it.

So we did. I wasn’t bleeding too much so it wasn’t as messy as it could have been. But it was GOOD.

I’m so glad that there are guys out there who aren’t squeamish about a little blood. I mean, we showered afterwards it’s not like it’s any more unhygienic than the usual fluid exchange.

Happy Easter everyone! And Happy Easter to me 😉

I’m Pissed, PERIOD.

So I’ve been on Tinder *gasp* and there’s this one guy who is just passing through my little home town. He’s stuck here for a couple of days, we seem to get along real well, and he’s really fucking cute.


He wants to take me to lunch.

This is the perfect opportunity to have a bit of fun without the consequences that usually come with having casual sex with someone in a small town. He’s leaving in two days. I might never see him again, now wouldn’t that be perfect?

One. Fucking. Problem.

I got my period this morning.


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