Once a Cheater…
Do leopards ever change their spots, if the saying is true…no. After my weekend on the town for a hen’s night I have decided I don’t think men can be trusted. Ever.
I had a hens night in the city with a group of about 20 girls all dressed up and ready for some naughtiness and fun. First stop I managed to chat up two men from the Uk, who straight away admitted they were both married to aussie women. Smart men. This didn’t stop me from chatting to them, marriage doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to talk to the opposite sex. Many drinks later one of the fella’s was touching my leg, telling me how pretty I was. A lot of champagnes had passed my lips so I giggled and took in all the attention, only to later think he was slightly sleazy, and wondered where his wife was? Whats the harm in a bit of flirting i guess, as long as it leads nowhere.
A few pubs, and a harbour cruise later we ended up at a nightclub, giant inflatable penis on hand to rip up the dance floor to tragic 80’s retro music. By this stage I will admit I was well and truly drunk but still standing, running around in charge of making sure our giant penis didn’t go missing. I took this task very seriously and reprimanded many people for touching it without permission! Anyway along my travels I eneded up sitting down for a rest next to a cute young man who struck up a conversation with me, (Im sure it resembled a conversation.) He was 26, told me about himself, sounded mature and like a nice person if I’m to trust my judgment at 3am. After much animated disscusion about our lives, football players and sleazy men we decided it was time to call it a night. The sun was soon to be making an appearance. We strolled hand in hand through the streets, pashing along the way till we had to say our goodbyes. He took my number and asked if he could call me in a week when I get home from holidays. All giddy with the prospect of a date or maybe from lack of sleep I got on the train with a smile on my face and slept all the way home. In fact for too long and I ended up two stations too far from my own!
I knew his name so the next day I decided to see if I could Facebook him and check him out. Facebook is handy for that, although I did feel a bit stalkerish. Having an unusual name I found him easily and remotely recognised him from the night before. Name, check, Date of birth, check, relationship status, Engaged, Home town, Sydney… Hang on a minute ENGAGED! He said he was on a bucks night I didn’t consider it could be his! I was astounded that I hadn’t even thought to ask him if he was single as he happily played tonsil hockey with me and insinuated he would definately like to do more. How dissapointing, I guess that phone call won’t be coming but at least I know why this time. Because he lied and is obviously a dishonest person. Who will probably never change his spots even when married. I feel sorry for his fiancee. All I can say is I hope I don’t end up with someone like him.
NEXT!
Posted in Sex and naughty stuff on September 22nd, 2008 by Blog Admin | | 1 Comments
on September 22nd, 2009 at 7:08 pm
Yeh i have been in a simliar sitution with a cowboy. Only we went the full way to find out afterwards he was engaged & had a different girlfriend in every state. I felt so sick that i went to my Doctor to be test. I havent had a one night stand since.