There comes a time in every gal’s life where she wants to play the field a little bit. She may go on a date (or a few) a week and not be looking for anything serious. Just sex.

I went through that point in my life recently. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I was pretty heartbroken. In fact, I was pretty fed up with men in general. So I jumped on Tinder and decided to fix this with a bit of no strings fun.

I thought Tinder probably would be the best way. I wasn’t overly comfortable with the whole get-drunk-and-go-to-a-club-to-have-a-one-night-stand thing, and I liked the idea of getting to know the person a little first. Although I guess it was a tiny bit cruel to have a date with someone who I knew I wasn’t interested in.

Anywayyyy, this was just how I played it. And this was how I met Tom.

He was great. As I walked into the bar and saw him properly for the first time, I knew I was attracted to him and that only grew with every drink we had over the course of the three hour date. We chatted about all kinds of stuff and, as he became drunker, he even mentioned that he had just come out of a long term relationship himself. So I didn’t feel at all guilty when I invited him back to mine for ‘coffee.’

It was pretty late by that time so he knew exactly what I meant.

We were just…getting warmed up…when suddenly he stopped.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked him, expecting him to say something along the lines of

‘I can’t do this – I’m sorry.’

But actually what he said was

‘I need to pee.’


‘Ok…hurry up’ I grinned up at him and lay back waiting for him as he left the room.

And that’s where I stayed for the next 10 minutes or so, wondering where on earth Tom had got to. After 5 more minutes, I went off in search of him.

It didn’t take me long to find him. At the end of the landing, my housemate’s door was slightly ajar and as she is an early-to-bed-early-to-rise kind of gal, I instantly became suspicious.

I poked my head around her door, and sure enough there he was, staring down at my sleeping housemate.

‘What on earth are you doing?’ I whispered furiously at him.

I grabbed his hand and yanked him backwards, back on to the landing.

‘I got lost and thought that was the bathroom.’

‘So why didn’t you leave as soon as you saw it wasn’t?’ I snapped at him.

He had no answer for that and I chucked him out minutes later. I couldn’t deal with him being in the house, any longer. What a complete and utter weirdo.

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