The Rogue part 2

The Rogue - Mr Big - Unattainable

Good morning birdies, and welcome back to part two of The Rogue. If you are just joining us, then you can go and google the definition of Rogue to get an idea on what we are talking about.

So, getting back to me and him.
After the first date, it was going wonderfully and we were getting on great, and I’m sure had I not made some bad relationship moves then we would never have turned into what we did. But, I did. After a couple of months of sex I decided I wanted more from this, and that I was going to get it. I started harassing the poor guy, I mean texting him all day everyday, with no replies. It was as if my mind took over and told me to do this even though I know I should have stopped at my 'good morning' text. I say he never replied, well he did, in his own time, when he was good and ready, which generally meant he wanted to get his end away.

Yes ladies, I would drop everything, including my friends, to go over for what I knew was just sex. I started thinking about how to leave some of my 'girlie' belongings in his flat, just in case he had any other ladies over, and I started stalking his facebook (damn facebook).

I’m cringing just writing about this, physically cringing.

Before I carry on, I think I will give you a little more information on The Rogue, he is a thirty year old LOSER, his job allows him to be inconsistent and he is out of the country for numerous months of the year (which evidently gives him every excuse under the sun). He is a beauty, in my eyes anyway, though most of my friends wouldn’t agree, but in the eyes of the beholder and all that. I also have to note, that although I am talking in past tense, I am still very much in lust with him , and still jump to his commands and hang on to his every word.

So, thanks to a little fatal attraction we have the making of a usualy confident, independent woman, going to ruins over one man, an unattainable man, a ROGUE!

Stayed tuned, Au Reviour!

The Rogue Part 1

Rogue, true definition a dishonest or unprincipled man, a bad egg, playfully mischievous, or a scoundral. Now The Rogue in my life is exactly that, and I will take you through my journey with this Rogue!

Part one:


Now, we've all seen and heard of MR BIG, well ladies, I have my very own MR BIG, accept we will refer to him as 'The Rogue' very appropriate if you ask me. I first met The Rogue five years ago at a night club in my home town, and we met, had one night together and that was all, until two years ago. I had just broken up with 'The One' and The Rogue appeared back in my life, not uncommon as we live in the same city, and I have seen him numerous times since the previous events, but he appeared none the less. First date, a lovely meal, which I remember very clearly, at one of my favourite restaurant, coincidence I hear you say? The first date was amazing and we hit it off on a different level from the first time. He ate salmon, this is how clearly I remember it. We sat for a few hours drinking and laughing and then went on to a local pub for a few more, I tell you know, I fell right there and then, and I knew this was gonna be my downfall. So after a wonderful evening he hailed me a cab and we went our seperate ways. This my dear friends, has been the most horrendous two years of my life, and as much as I love my time spent with him,

I regret ever getting involved, as it turns out I am not the person I thought I was. I turned into a needy, psycho stalker, and I did what all of us has at one time or another done. This was not love, this was lust and obsession over a rebound, but none the less I just couldn’t help myself.

Stay tuned to see it all unveil......

Au Revoir my little birdies

A quotation from my latest book

Hello fellow bloggers, welcome to my page of secrets, scandals and sex. Before I throw you in at the deep end with some of my most ridiculous and outrageous stories, I thought I would try and inspire you with some lovely quotations that have stayed in my heart as soon as I heard them. Most recently from my latest read, from a book called 'The Other Hand' by Chris Cleave. The story is based on true events and has changed my whole view on third world issues, there where some pretty amazing quotations throughout, but here is one that stuck in my mind "we must all see scars as beauty, ok? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying, it means I survived" how very true. We have all been embedded with emotional or physical scars throughout our lives, and I think this beautifying statement can be related to us all.

P.S If you have'nt done already, then go get yourself a copy of this wonderful peice of literature and open your minds to the rest of the world.

A few other quotations that have stuck with me

"I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try and kill the thing on the inside" Girl interrupted

"A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life" Coco before Chanel

One of my personal favorites from the lengend that is Gandhi

And of course, Kate Nash - The nicest thing, if you don't already know this one then you are missing out, one of the best poems i've heard as it speaks to my heart.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41R1jN26b4I

Au Revoir my little birdies