So here's a wee introductory blog about a guy I'm seeing.
Let's call him Raven...
Tall, dark, handsome and rather mysterious. Ticks all the boxes for a crush that could lead to trouble...
We have been "dating" if you can call it that almost as soon as Bort's feet were out the door.
There i was, Depressed, Rejected, Humiliated. Day 4 of being on my sister's couch, nursing my soul back to normal with take away pizza and scrolling through Instagram looking for something to make me feel anything other than useless. then I remembered about a message I had sent to Raven (who was a previous tinder match that didn't lead anywhere) only a month prior, I had watched this guy go through a pretty rough break up, he was posting some pretty tragic things to Insta and I truly felt for him. The Dude clearly had his heart broken, correction, Shattered. That girl took everything this guy had and left him empty. He wasn't the same person I had spoken with 3 years prior... so I had reached out to him back then to say I was there if he needed to talk. He shot me down pretty quickly and I didn't try again. This was before I knew me and Bort had our looming deadline... Plus; Who would wanna open up to some random bitch from tinder anyway... But here I was, a month later, in the exact same position as him. Soooo, I slide into him Dms again and told him he's not the only one with a broken heart.
And to my amazement, we hit it off. It was nice. It was comforting. That first week flew by. It made giving up on my fairytale with Bort just a little easier. Having someone to talk about the things I had been feeling for months just made it.... easy. My heart was still broken, but I wasn't alone anymore. I had made a friend. A friend who was hurting just as my as I was.
So, I'm not entity sure when it changed from going on about how much we missed our ex's to "your a bit of alright..." but I do remember really wanting to meet him in person. I had always seen pictures and thought he was way out of my league. Like, he's a rockstar and I'm just a nobody. The only reason we didn't meet the last time was because i geunially didnt think he would go for a girl like me. But maybe if I just hang out with him once. See if there was fireworks?
Now fireworks; this is a term I've been using in my head a lot recently. Because for a long time with Bort I felt like something was missing. He was romantic, he made me feel loved, but when it came to sex.... I was bored. And I remember finding out he had told his best friends girlfriend he was unsatisfied and it hurt me deeply, but he was right. Sex wasn't fun. Because, with everything Bort did in life, I was completely void of any passion. There were no fireworks...
But with Raven; as soon as I sat next to him for the first time I felt... electricity. My body shifted gear and my engine purred. I felt a low hum from deep inside me and I couldnt help myself, i instantly knew from the moment i got in his car, i had to have him. I was a crazy person!
I wanted him. I felt myself come alive again. And when he kissed me for the first time, I felt him shaking and I felt him hard. He wanted me too. It's wasn't just my engine that got us going.
It's been almost 2 months since that meeting, that first time, that first buzz. And still I feel it. Sometimes it's just a few Stolen kisses between secret meetings, sometimes it's hours we spend tumbling around in bed, on his couch, in his car...
But every time...
there's fucking fireworks.
I'm not sure exactly what this maybe but I don't fucking care. I don't need labels. But I do need to not be bored.
So Hi Raven, welcome to the blog.










