So. I am not taking the bunny boiler route. I have decided that if he's not going to text me or call me, then sod him.
Ahhh, back to my faithful keyboard, and the unsavory messages of the night. Got talking to a rather...interesting...man yesterday evening, who want me to pretend I was a hooker and wanted me to send him my knickers in the post. It's amazing what things a man can get off on. IllicitEncounters is great 99,9% of the same, but you do occasionally get the odd weirdo.
I checked him out too. He was a tall exec, slightly balding, quite thin. The concept of him 'enjoying himself' while fondling my undies was positivly hilarious!
Other than him, my inbox is full of worthy suitors. So many men, so little time!