The last couple of months I had been dating Achmed. Standing at 5.10, muscly and tanned, he was the kind of guy whom I should have found attractive, but I don't think any one could love him as much as he loved himself.
He tried to portray and image of himself as a caring, modest and thoughtful gentleman, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Everything he did was a carefully calculated move, to try and get one step closer to getting into my pants. He is absolutely sex obsessed, and thinks he is Gods gift to turing women on. How he hasn't realised that heavily breathing in my ear until I have earache, and knotting my hair up isn't a turn on, is beyond me. As a traditional women, I refused to give into his sex pest ways; and Im sure I will always be known as the one who got away.
He even carried a tub of mango body butter everywhere with him, and would slather himself in it in what he thought was a seductive manner, I couldn't help but cringe.
And to top it off he carried a small tub of Vaseline in his pocket and would apply it vigorously to his constant pout. Leilani pointed out you cant trust a man that carries lipbalm, especially Vaseline!
He had to go!
Before I even had a chance to delete Achmed's number from my phone book, I met Dr Drake. He is handsome, charismatic, and has a toffish air about him, dressed head to toe in Ralph Lauren. So far he has been the perfect date, ordering rounds of cocktails and sharing funny stories from his work at the hospital. I find the fact that he is a doctor very attractive, after all I'm a daydreamer and I can see myself as a doctors wife!
Im off to dinner at Strada tomorrow, so we shall see....
Meilana xxx
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