So remember when I said I was rubbish at dating...
Well, Saturday evening started to make me think differently. I went out for dinner with New Kid (that's right folks, there's a whole new manshape on the scene) & I felt it went really well. Starting to really like this kid. He's always been a gent, never tried anything. Maybe to the point I wasn't sure if he was actually keen.
Then me being be...
Encouraged Let things get a lil out of hand...Let's just say, there was some making out without the presence of clothing. I have literally no self control around incredibly hawt, toned, well dressed men. [sigh]
Only there's been this lil cloud over New Kid's age...I've gone as far as to request ID, but he assured me he's legit...Then some social media evidence appeared, which not only proves he's lying, but also that I really do seem to attract teenagers. Nearly cried, not gonna lie!
Thing is, I honestly don't really care about his age. Alright, this massively makes me some kind of cradle snatching cougar, but why lie!? I abide being lied to, I really do! Like, man up & be honest. Risk it for my biscuit kid, 'cause right now you've got a lot of making up to do!
Maybe I'm not so much bad at dating & more rubbish at picking men...I just seem to pick boys instead! I'm ID checking everyone from now on! Swear down!
In the meantime, I have found a Lykke Li remix which is like my version of Prozac in this terribly shameful situation!