Cross-Dressers and Scotsmen

Hope everyone’s turkey weekend was great! I am happy to report that in addition to hobbling around the mini-apartment, I was able to gimpily make my way to a pub down the street to watch my boyfriend play against Macedonia. A few thing things to note, besides chastising someone for dissing my Peter… Ok, so he mostly just heads the ball but he can’t help it so shut the hell up (making friends is fun)… The first being that despite the former-PNB telling me that this particular establishment was a dive and that I should never ever go… it was not, in fact a dive. Proof positive that one should never take anyone’s word for gospel, especially former-pnbs.

The other thing to note, perhaps the more important of the two, is that in addition to be the only female in a see of fun-living and beer-drinking at noon on a Saturday… about 90% of these gents were of the British persuasion. I felt like I was in pig heaven albeit slightly saddened that I had waited until now to attend a game there… words for gospel… former-pnb… blah blah blah…

So that was exciting and well worth the 10$ places such as these charge to watch games. We didn’t win but I got my Peter Crouch fix which should tide me over for the next little while.

And now, to more important things… Me. More specifically me and dating. There hasn’t been anything new to report because, well… there has been nothing new to report. I’ve met a couple of people but no one really outstanding save for the short and bald English dude who, quite frankly, I never would have given a second thought were it not for the fact that he was English. There was a guy who seemed quite promising however I could not seem to get it through his head that taking naked pictures of himself and offering to send them to me was a huge turnoff. Nor was wanting to see naked pictures of yours truly going to happen either.

By way of background, I have no issues with people who take nude pictures of themselves, or who like to take nude pictures of their significant other. I myself am just not into these sort of behaviours. This is mostly/ entirely due to my oh-so-prudish nature. Also, I get cold without any clothes on so sitting there waiting for someone to take my picture in the buff just doesn’t work for this reason alone… but it’s mostly because I am a prude and proud of it. I also don’t want to see pictures of myself on the internet. Nor do I want to have said person send these pictures to others in his acquaintance. You might laugh at that but I have this friend. I love him to death, but he’s a bit of a dirty bird and while I may not agree with some of the things that he chooses to do in his life, I love and support him no matter what. But because of this friend I have seen more naked web cam pictures of girls than I would care to admit and I am sure, if anyone were to steal my computer and open my received files, they would probably assume that they had stolen the computer of a lesbian. A lesbian addicted to cybersex. So a bit of advice to those who engage in this sort of behaviour, especially women. You can rest assured that the person with whom you are engaging in this act with will almost definitely pass the pics along to someone else in their circle of friends. In fact, I may have already seen your naked ass…

Ok, so enough about me being more prude than a Catholic nun… So buh-bye naked pic guy… Next…

Next was Samantha. Samantha was a cross-dresser and a very beautiful one at that. It’s amazing how some make-up, a wig and some girl’s clothing can turn even the most masculine of men into a very feminine and attractive woman. I had to give this gentleman props about his honesty and truth be told, I am more open to dating a man who likes to wear women’s undies every now and again than one who likes to take and exchange nudie pictures. But… well, in the end it's not really my thing either. Thank goodness Samantha was not English otherwise I would have had quite the dilemma on my hands.

So after my heavenly afternoon spent in the company of English football hooligans, being wooed by a naked lawyer and very gentlemanly cross-dresser, I decided to once again take a break from dating. Not to say that I do not want to meet people, but not for dating. At least not like this… The great thing about this particular site is that you have several options to chose, not just dating, or relationship… you can dabble in ‘intimate encounters’ or ‘other relationship’, which I have never understood because you also have ‘friends’, ‘hang out’, ‘activity partner’ and ‘talk/e-mail’. I honestly cannot figure out what ‘other relationship’ entails so if anyone can shed some light on this that would be great! this may or may not have something to do with the fact that prudish people do not engage in 'other relation ships'.

So ‘friends’ it is. And the outcome? Well, I would be lying if I did not mention that I spent the better part of yesterday speaking with a Scottish chappy who lives but a block away from me who is also looking for people to hang with. Sigh, it’s been ages since I’ve been blessed with a wee Scottish brogue. I’ve been promised the opportunity to meet more expats in the near future and have returned to pig heaven from whence I came earlier in the weekend… or brogue heaven as the case may be.

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