Anjelika, the Prude

Anjelika, the Prude



Wanda and Anjelika discuss:

- Can you be too picky
- Cancellations
- Dating problems
- Online dating
- Talk is Cheap

Date #17 Charming but Chubby

#17 Charming but Chubby

Guys, do yourselves a favour! When you put a picture of yourself up on a dating site, make sure the picture isn't more than a year old. The guy I went out with last night looked way different than his photograph. As it turns out the photo of him was taken in 2005! In the years since his picture was taken he's gained 4 stone and the lines in his face have increased.

He was a nice guy, but I really couldn't picture myself with him. I want someone a bit younger, a bit cooler. Dare I say, thinner? I'd hate to think that I'm sizest. And I actually do like guys that are a little overweight. I think that's so cute. But when they're pushing clinical obesity that's another story!!!

When I looked at this guy I kept thinking, "Dang, you're old!" He was probably 45 or something. And of course I've dated and slept with guys older than that. The difference was that those guys had a youthful exuberance.

My date last night was nice. He was charming. But I can't imagine it going any further. He bought me a really nice expensive meal which was very cool of him.

I feel sort of bummed out that I keep meeting he wrong guys. What's a girl to do?

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Isn't that nice?

Date #14 You Talk Too Much! You Never Shut Up!

Date #14 You Talk Too Much! You Never Shut Up!



Ok, remember this song from Run DMC? Well that was how my date was last night. We met in a pub in Soho. The date started out with promise, but then he kept talking. And kept talking. And kept talking – about himself! He hardly ever asked anything about me. I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. So since I couldn’t talk, I drank, and drank and drank. And the next thing you know I’m drunk and really hungry. He still has a full pint of Leffe. He’s hardly drinking his beer because that would mean he’d have to STOP TALKING.

I finally had to grab the bull by the horns and say, “Drink up! I’m hungry!” I’m sure this made me sound like Miss Bossy Boots, but I did not want to drink anymore alcohol on an empty stomach.

While walking to a restaurant I kept thinking, “Why am I still on this date?” But the hope of a free meal kept me going.

Mr.Talk Too Much just got out of a relationship. He works in IT. He misses his old flatmate. Most of his friends and family are getting married. All of this information is good to know, however the amount of pointless shit that I had to sit through to get this was incredible!

By the end of the date, I was positive that he wasn’t interested in me. In fact, I think he’s really only interested in himself. As we said goodbye at Piccadilly Circus he asked what I was doing over the weekend. That was the first question he asked me all night.

“Nothing planned yet. Doing some revision. Hanging out with Doggums. Re-writing my book.”

“Well, if you want to do something on Sunday, let me know.”

Hmmmmm now how do I interpret that? Is he actually interested in going out with me again? Or is he saying that because it’s the polite thing to say at the end of a date?

I’ve noticed a trend in dating. Guys try to line up a second date at the end of the first one. Now that would be cool, if the second date actually came to fruition, but since it hasn’t most of the time with me, I’m wondering if it’s a throw-way line. Or the modern-day equivalent to, “I’ll call you.”

I got a text from him while I was traveling home on the DLR. He thanked me for a lovely evening. So maybe he’s interested, maybe he isn’t. Who knows. We’ll see how this goes…

Date #13 Shark Bite

Date #13 Shark Bite

I kept thinking about how badly I wanted the Shark’s cock inside me. Why do I keep thinking about his cock? I had been thinking about it all day at work. While sitting at my desk, I kept thinking, “I can’t wait until he pounds me.”

He came over to my place after work. We went straight to the bedroom. We had about an hour of foreplay, during which he spent most of the time eating me out. His cunnilingus skills are excellent. I can’t really explain what makes someone OK and someone else excellent except that the Shark takes his time to get the job done right.

He would go down on me for ten minutes or so. Then I would cum really hard. Then we’d take a break, or kiss, or I’d suck his cock for a while. Then he went back down on me. We repeated this cycle over and over. By the time he had stuck his cock in me I had already cum 6 times.

When I did get his cock, it felt great. He came on my stomach and his cum dribbled down between my legs. Somehow, I really enjoyed that.