Illegibile's Sexual History Part 6 - The Glory Days

Following the break-up with J, and before, during and after the affair with the cunt, my antics were a little wayward. It has always been the case that, although when in a relationship I'm thoroughly monogamous and loyal, when single I have absolutely no aversion to casual encounters. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned...

Call it a delayed wild youth: I was in a relationship from 17 to 20, and another from 20 to 23, and therefore had not experienced the art of 'playing the field', although I was surprisingly well versed at it when it came to the crunch. I knew the difference between a one-night-stand and something that was going to be something. I didn't sleep with someone I met in a club unless I knew that was all I wanted from them. The game was fair.

I went through 'dating phases'. I'd see someone for a couple of months, realise it wasn't right, and leave (normally amidst an appropriate plethera of drama). There was the guy I went on a few dates with who pretended to receive calls from a modelling agency whilst we were out; this failed to impress me at all. There was another who chose to toss himself off as a preference to using condoms, and thought this might be titillating for me. Thank you Mr Wanker, over and out.

(Guys: if you want girls to fuck you without a hat, it might be a good idea not to admit on the first date that you've slept with 25 women, most of whom were just fuck buddies, and that you'd rather dip your wick in the burning fires of hell than use protection.)

I came across my fair share of wankers. I also came across my fair share of blokes who quite frankly didn't deserve the nasty treatment I gave, but such is life. I am truly sorry, but I'm sure in the long run it will make them better people, and perhaps more wary of girls like me in future... blah blah blah... see, I repented!?

And this, my friends, was Part 6.