If I were a guy, I'd be hard right now...

Now, I'm a girl who very much enjoys a good roll in the hay...

When I want to have sex, I generally get what I want... Well, last night this all changed. It blew my mind! First things first, a guy I know was sick the last few days so I baked some cupcakes (I'm pretty much the nicest person ever) and took them over to his house. I got there, gave him the cupcakes and we just chilled out... That's when things started.

He started playing with my hair, softly stroking my legs and hands and general sweet stuff. Now, I've wanted to do bad, bad things with this guy for a few weeks now and I'm pretty sure you could cut through the sexual tension with a knife. It's pretty bad... So, when he starts stroking higher and higher up my leg, what do I think is going to happen? Well, you guessed it.

But, guess what DIDN'T happen? Well, you guessed it... Again.

Ridiculous, right? I mean, you can't stroke a girls leg and then NOT DO ANYTHING. Sure, we made out a little etc. etc. But, c'mon. We're both adults here, lets move past the teenage making-out stage... Then, that's when his MUM turned up... Two words... Mood killer.

We went through the pleasantries, I put on my "Nice to meet you, I'm a lovely girl" act... When inside, all I could think was:

"If I was a guy, I would be so hard right now... Can you please leave so I can screw the brains out of your lovely baby boy?"

So, I ended up leaving after dinner with him and his lovely (if not vagina blocking) mother and went home to bed... Only to wake up after plenty of dreams about what it would have been like if his mum hadn't turned up.

Pretty sure, right now I have the female equivalent of blue balls.

Quick Decision:
Will find a way to have sex with above-mentioned man THIS weekend. I will not rest until my goal is complete.

Marriage, Curves and Us...

While eating dinner last night my brother said something that really shocked me... He said:

"I'm never going to get married... Because once you get married your partner gets fat and you can't do anything about it."

Coming from a 21-year-old male, I thought... Wow, is this really how everyone thinks? If it is... I'm screwed! It got me thinking, not about marriage but about body issues. Being a healthy 70-something kg's I'm not exactly what you would class as stick thin.

Here's a few facts about me:

• I jiggle when I run
• I have boobs
• I have thighs that sometimes rub together
• I love to eat
• I have curves

Does that class me as unmarriageable? I think not. It classes me as beautiful, unique and sexy.

I sometimes resent the fact that I am a part of society that worships the size 0 models and the fashions that cause eating disorders. Why couldn't I have been born back in the day where the fatter you were the sexier you were... Because, God knows, I'd be one sexy lady. Being curvy impacts my life everyday, even if I don't realise it.

Dating in this world is harder than ever, but put a few kilos on and dating is hell. I'm a healthy young woman, but I know there are some other women out there that don't see the positives of being curvacious.

So, to all of those women out there who have lucious curves:
You don't need a man to tell you you're beautiful.

You are stunning. Just the way you are.

There's a Little Player in All of us...

Today, talking to my mum about my situation, she looked at me and said:

“You don’t need a boyfriend anyway. You need a guy to use, abuse, confuse and lose.”

Thanks for the advice mum. You’re encouraging me to be the female equivalent of the guy that every girl hates… 

The player.

Now, having JUST come out of a long-term relationship I have no idea what the moral, ethical and most of all social rules to a ‘casual relationship’ entail… Can I sleep with a guy once and never call again? Should I talk to them or keep it on a strictly physical level? Can I have more than one? Should I even be thinking about this because I’m so freshly single?! So many questions, and such little time to deal with them all!

Quick decision:

Mum’s advice, while entertaining (and not to mention RHYMING), may have held some truth. I may just turn into a player. Watch out boys, I’m coming for you.