Just going to type. I feel a need to empty my head and the words that tumble from said cranium may or may not make any sense to any unsuspecting, passing reader. Anyway, the therapy is mainly mine, sorry.
I lost my cherry at the age of 16 and until I got married in 1993 when I was 22, had a rather lively social life and lived life somewhat in the fast lane. It was a great six years of cigarettes, alcohol and downright debauchery but it had to stop or I was heading for burnout baby.
It did stop. When I met Jim in '92 before we got married in '93 and almost overnight I became a sensible, stable mummy to three lovely kids (well, they didn't arrive overnight but over five years but you know what I mean!) and actually enjoyed my role as housewife and mother hugely. In some respects, I still do.
The kids are getting bigger now though and early this year I went out with some buddies from work and I got drunk and slept with another bloke. Did my world crumble under the weight of guilt? Not a chance, I loved it and realised what I'd missed for sixteen years. Almost every weekend since then I've done the same...it's a form of approval and attention seeking, exhibitionism and downright sluttiness but hey, you live once on this rock honey so make it happen!
My fella is great. He works hard and looks after the family very well but realises that I need a certain level of 'care' from the opposite sex and I tend to indulge in said 'care' each weekend. I live for Saturday night when I get dressed up and go fishing. Mostly, I land a nice juicy catch too! My hubby understands my needs and accepts that his libido and lack of energy (and my obvious rediscovered obsession with mankind)!
Joining Fubar I guess is simply a digital extension to my real world feelings of catching up on what I missed out on for so long.
So friends, old and new, man and woman, destined to be forever digital or down the road ready to buy my a skinny latte at Touchwood next week? Say hello, I won't bite (unless you ask me to...)
Lynne
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