Lacestockings

The new Ann Summers catalogue is out! I have just ordered a load of stuff, so when it turns up next week I will post about it for your viewing pleasure.

Now, about ShyGuy and I. I mentioned earlier about how we met, sparks flew, and I spent the night at his. Thing is, he informs me that was his first time. In all honesty I couldn’t tell, I knew he was nervous, but I thought perhaps he hadn’t had sex for a while, or it’s the first-time-with-this-particular-girl nerves. But I felt sooo guilty, cause aren’t first times meant to be special? I mean it was really good sex, and it was special, we just spent all night talking and having sex and we felt connected. But I think because I know my first time wasn’t all candles and scented oils and everything romantic, I felt guilty because I didn’t want him to regret it. He says it was fantastic, and that it was special for him. I suppose men view the first time differently to women? I guess they do!

He’s been so nice the past couple of weeks, I keep thinking I’m gonna say something to fuck it up! But he texts multiple times a day, and he asks me how my day’s been, what I’m up to, that he misses me…he’s interested in me. Which is a revelation after the past few men. He even calls me and stays on the phone for ages, just to hear my voice (Barry hated phone conversations and I never had a phone call from him in the entirety of our relationship). And then there is of course MSN, which means we communicate, on average, for many hours a day! He also has his own radio show that I can tune into, and he always plays me a song.

Suggestions are still welcome for a better name for him, as it doesn’t really fit anymore, because once he starts talking he doesn’t shut up!