I often said to myself that going to Dirk’s cafe was like walking into an episode of Eastenders, only set in South London. There were the gruff old men with hearts of gold hidden beneath their rough exteriors, a wise old woman who is sharper than she looks, a guy with a limp, a family business and a lecherous married git. I’m not eighteen anymore, so why did I think I was playing the role of Stacey, getting mixed up with a married bloke who had no respect for me other than as a sex object?

I haven’t blogged about this for ages, and my regular readers may have thought that I’d come to my senses and stayed away from Dirk, as I’d intended. If only.

We have shared two more interludes, but we did NOT shag. Of course he wanted to. Part of me wanted to get him out of my system, and the other part of me just enjoyed the attention of an attractive man. There was no chance of us having a relationship, for not only did he have no intention of leaving his wife, but there were no common interests between us except that of the physical. As I said to Veg the other day, this was no meeting of the minds.

And yet, it is over. And I’m glad. My only regret is that I didn’t end it before. My dear reader, you may ask, why should I believe her now, she obviously can’t keep her grubby hands off him? Well, he has succeeding in offending me, which is quite a feat if you know me at all.

Basically I saw him on Friday at lunchtime. He said that he hadn’t been as persistent with me recently as he wanted to “get to know me”. Fair enough I thought, though I hadn’t noticed much change in his predatory behaviour. Then he went on to say that he felt that he didn’t know me so well and claimed to be wondering whether I could have some sort of Sexually Transmitted Disease! Then he said that he thought that I might shag for England in Jamaica, and that he was concerned for me! Such knobbery – if he doesn’t want a STD I’d be happy to cut it off for him!

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I’m glad to say that I have another suitor waiting in the wings. He reads this blog sometimes and it’s early days in our friendship, so I won’t embarrass him, but is a lovely guy who I admire so much. Watch this space!

I was doing really well until Monday, when I gorged on sweet stuff from the bakery between meetings at work. I’m not too surprised, it’s natural to have bad days, but I need to pick myself up and carry on as before.

Dirk has been relentless in his pursuit of me this week. He came to see me at my workplace to talk things over again. He feels some guilt, but not enough to stop him from pursuing me. When I’m with him I am so weak-willed, I hate myself for it. I was flattered by his attentions, but it would be wrong to proceed further. He is serious about wanting to sleep with me. It’s a slippery road to travel, and I feel that I have more understanding of why some women are tempted to take the next step.

Yesterday afternoon I was coming out of the supermarket near my workplace when I saw Dirk*, the married man, approaching me. After we’d exchanged pleasantries he asked me if I’d like to keep him company next Friday while he repaints the cafe.

“Next Friday?” I said. “As in Good Friday?“
“Yeah.”
“Err..right.”

Don’t worry. I know.

…I’m buying

Yum? Ouch?

And you riders, protect yourselves – that’s what it’s all about really.

Ok, I admit it, I’m a geek. I’ve bought 3 ipods and sold 2 of them. I’ve bought cases, remote controls and other add-ons, but this is the ultimate ipod accessory – a vibrator which vibrates in time to your playlist…

Click on the pic for more info on this item.

I may just have to try the OhMiBod out myself, as scientific research, of course… An Urban Recluse needs to find ways to keep herself amused

It brings a new connotation to the oft-used blogging phrase: What’s currently playing on my ipod…

EDIT: I’ve had so many clicks on this page that I’ve decided to post a couple of ads on the site and try one of these vibes out for reviewing purposes. Check back here soon for updates.