Wednesday, 4 July 2012

No Sleep, Morbid Speak and Backward Living...

I cant sleep tonight so I did a little late night watching on tv.
Unfortunately im in the back arse of nowhere (a little village in Ireland where I grew up) visiting the auld pair so the only fine television veiwing is an old sky box my dad hooked up to the poxy nothing inch tv in the kitchen. BBC Three it is so. Ooh, Amercan Dad is on. Sweet.

I was blessed to grow up in a functional and loving environment. Actually for such a small community we all stick up for each other. My problem is there problem etc. Nice in one sence... Creepy in another. I had a neighbour and he was a very handsom late twenty something guy. Thinking back from time to time makes me realise that I had a massive crusher on him. Anyway, he hung himself. And out of the blue, poof, he was gone. Our whole community rallied round the family. There was little old ladies doing a Mrs. Doyle with Tea, Coffee, whiskey... Actually if a family member said they wanted to get high im sure one of them would have pulled a joint out from some part of the apron they were wearing. In short, the whole community lost a son/brother/best friend that day and we all grieved like one big disfunctional family.
No one knocks walking into our house. No one. And they walk in the back door. Its almost frowned apon to, oh jesus, KNOCK on the FRONT DOOR!! "Martin get the shot gun it must be a burglar!" No Mam thats the postman with my delivery from a clothes outlet that I had to order on my android phone out in the back garden because... Brace yourself...
We cant get internet in my house.

Yes yes its true, the house is so wrapped in trees and hills that not one internet provider/mobile phone network company can give us internet inside our home. I bearly get signal. I feel like im living on Bear Island, but last I heard they have wonderful coverage...

Tomorrow morning I shall be making the "big trip" back up to Dublin, as my little Mrs. Doyle neighbour says to me every time I visit with cakes.
Im going to be apartment hunting. I have decided to make to big leap and move into a 2 bed with my best friend Sarah. And as every girl knows this is a huge decision... And il tell you a secret...
Its probably going to be the best decision il have made this year so far...


Night,

TwentySomething xx

Monday, 2 July 2012

Sex Talk

I currently have a "sex friend"... Lets call him Jack (not real name). He really is everything you would want in a sex partner. He is sexy, but doesnt know it, enjoys the pre sex banter and leaves when I ask him to... Plus he has a pretty substantial package!

When we first met in a pub in Dublin, I found him charming, witty and I couldnt help staring into his adorable eyes. We had a fun filled night which ended up with a fun filled roll around in my house which led to me actually apologising to my housemates for my audable display of satisfaction that night... And morning. They forgave me.

The sex is pretty vanilla, which is grand as I am not one for going all "50 shades of sex" in the bedroom. I have, however, updated my Ann Summers collection of toys and outfits... But introducing them is another thing. Our usual hooks ups are usually happening when one of us, or both of us are drunk. So if he is drunk it really would be a waste throwing open my silky robe to display a figure hugging corset with hold up tights and high heels. Plus I have tried to put that shit on while drunk, I almost knocked myself out last time.

Do guys want that during a booty call? The little frills and thrills that, personally, I think should be savoured for a guy that you are in a "deep and meaningful" relationship?


TwentySomething xx

Welcome Welcome One and All...

Life, Love and Sex...

That is basically all that this Blog will be about.

I am a twenty something woman living in Dublin and I want to share my experiences of my hectic day to day... 
To be continued 

TwentySomething xx