Does casual sex actually work?

I’m sitting here, on my bed, writing this in a weird predicament. Let me explain.

2 weeks ago I had sex with an Italian girl from work. I’ve liked her for a long time and nothing happened for the greater part of 2 months. Then all of a sudden we were kissing. Weeks later we had sex.

Then she went on a weekend holiday with a friend of mine from work. A male friend. Just the two of them.

Now I’m not naive enough to think that nothing happened. I’m not stupid. Thing is, that holiday didn’t bother half as much as tonight.

That same guy who went on holiday with the Italian had his leaving drinks today. Now don’t get me wrong – he’s a stand up bloke and all the girls love him. Which is great and I love him for it. But tonight, of all nights, the Italian girl was all over him. I don’t get it. Worst of all, I was jealous.

I hated it. I hated it so much that I left drinks early and that’s not like me at all.

I thought sex with the Italian was just casual. I thought that it would come and go. I didn’t think I’d ever care enough to get jealous.

Sitting here – I’m wondering why I’m so upset. I mean, it was always going to be just a casual fling. So why do I care? Perhaps it’s because I spent so long chasing her, wishing she would just kiss me. Then it happened and I thought the chase was worth it. I realised the chase wasn’t worth it at all – I took the sex as a casual fling. But tonight, I found myself facing feelings I haven’t had in a long time.

I hate the fact that I got close enough to care and put myself in this position of being upset that she is with someone else. That was a mistake.

Date night …

Short but sweet – tonight is date night. I’m off to meet one of the girls that I kissed, unknowingly, during a networking even last week at Maddam Tussauds.

For those of you following my blog, then you’ll know I have no idea what this girl looks like apart from drunken photos. It could go either way. For those of you who haven’t been following the blog or just joined us here is an exert from the original post that should fill you in …

The women who went were stunning. The venue was spectacular. And the food was amazing. However, my undoing came in the shape of free drinks. Now I don’t mean the kind of free drinks where you go up to the bar, queue for a bit and try to get in as many drinks as possible before the bar tab runs out. No – nothing like that at all. It was a little bit classier – waiters and waitresses walked around topping up champagne and wine glasses whilst people were chatting away. It’s a great way to do it but it means you can’t keep a track of what you’re drinking. After a few hours of bottomless wine glasses I was well and truly drunk.

My friends have since told me that a few of the girls were interested. A few of the gorgeous girls that is. Stupidly enough, the one girl I decide to kiss was not in that category. In fact, not in the good looking category at all – if you get my drift.

Full post here

We’re meeting at 7 and I have no idea what’s going to happen. It could really well and I might not make it home tonight. It could go badly and I’ll be home by 8. Either way, after what my friends have told me, I’m not holding out much hope. Drunk, unable to talk and barely standing is not the best way to meet the woman of your dreams.

Wish me luck 😉

Girls in Bikinis on Bondi Beach