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Cake day: July 1st, 2023

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  • I was just clueless as fuck. I’ve got the sum total of zero game when it comes to dating, not that it matters now I’ve settled down.

    I did learn my lesson though. Met a girl who was absolutely stunning, like cover girl model looks, and she was lovely. Asked her out on a date expecting to be shot down, and she said yes. At that point I was like a dog that had chased a car and caught up with it, I didn’t know what the fuck to do.

    Anyway, we went out a couple of times - nice restaurant, bowling, the cinema… had a great time with her but it wasn’t really moving forward and just kinda started to fizzle out, which was no big deal.

    One evening she phones me, saying she was at a house party two or three towns over, and was getting bored - and asked me to take her home. No worries there, I wasn’t doing anything, so I drove over to get her and she hopped in, a bit worse for wear after a glass or twelve of wine but not absolutely munted.

    Halfway down the road home, she’s like “actually, can we go back to yours? I don’t really want to get in and my parents see me like this”. Not a problemo, took her back to mine, got her a coffee and sat and chatted. She came through to my room when I was getting changed and crashed out on the bed beside me, faced me, and said “maybe I’ll sleep here tonight?”

    I’d learned my lesson, I could see that she wanted all two inches of this rage and disappointment. So I said “sure, no problem… I’ll sleep on the sofa”.

    I drove her home the following morning and she never said a word. I desperately wished I could have taken that opportunity, but the whole consent thing after her sesh at the party made it a little bit dicey. I never did get another opportunity. She was absolutely lovely though and I hope she found a guy that made her happy. 😊









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    If it helps, here’s a story that’s the exception that proves the rule…

    We adopted a dog. A beautiful Romanian Shepherd. Lovely dog, friendly as fuck, mega playful… but wasn’t a fan of kids. That was unfortunate, because our kids loved the dog but after a while the dog got a bit bitey. No warning, no growl, just fuck you and chomp. Thankfully, the only thing that stopped him from doing some serious damage was that he was a good boi and never proper sunk his teeth in.

    Long story boring, we tried to rehome him, tried to calm him, tried to train him out of it, but the dog wouldn’t settle. Took him to the vets to give him a once over before the rescue charity took him back… and he bit the vet. That fucked a lot of things - the rescue was mega wary, the vet had recommended euthanasia, and keeping him wasn’t an option.

    Long story short, we found a farm that specialised in dogs that had some “behavioural quirks”, and we took him halfway across the country to live there. It was a lovely place - loads of land, quiet, and dozens of corners where he could do his favourite thing - sit in a corner and chew on his toy.

    I miss that dog, but I’m glad he’s happy.







  • I’m a “two on top, one on the sides” dude. I’m the same, the second my hair starts coming over my ears then I’m away to the barber. Two months is decent, though if I’m not able to get there through work or being away from home, I’ll stretch it to three months but I feel a bit like Noel Gallagher when my hair starts coming down to my lugholes.

    That said, I treat it as a bit of a relaxation sesh. I’ll ask the barber for a “full service” and close my eyes for half hour or 45 mins and let the barber do his thing with the clippers and the hot shave and the massage and all that jazz. A guilty pleasure every other month or so.