Ok, so before I get into part three of my foreign Hun let’s just go back in time before him. Jokes. Do you think I’d do that to you? I definitely wouldn’t do that to myself I’d never hear the end of it, But I have to say I had a giggle writing it.
Ladies and gentlemen, the wait is over. Your order of Foreign Hun is ready. So sit back, relax and brace yourself. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
#learnerindating
It was a Friday not just any Friday it was possibly sexday. (Bloody would want to be!) The day I had been working towards the last eight weeks like it was an actual goal. Like, get a life love! But to me, this was an important day. This day wasn’t just about having sex but it was me finally saying goodbye to “He-who-shall-not-be-named”. By me sleeping with my foreign babe I was starting a new chapter in my life. My memories of sleeping with “He-who-shall-not-be-named” will no longer be my last thought, as he will not be my last. He will soon be replaced and it will be out with the old and in with the new.
“Goodbye my lover”
As I drove to the house he rented out with his mate, I was shitting it. Like, this is not something I’m used to. I’m flipping going over to stay with a guy I don’t flipping know, to go out drinking and hopefully score the D.
What the flipping flop?
Do I kiss him when I see him?
What do we talk about?
Will it be awkward?
Will he notice *Operation sex ready* took place?
As I pulled up into his very tight driveway, my L plates were being tested and all that was left to do was ring the doorbell. Easy. Easy peasy. Omfg I’m going to die.
*Ding dong* “Shit,shit,shit, hello”.
There he was in the flesh, no, he was literally in the flesh he was only wearing shorts, you’re in Dublin now love hope you brought something a bit warmer. He was still beautiful. It was hard to not look at what I’d be riding later on. I mean he was giving me a full on teaser of what was to come, and I was buying. Having said that, I couldn’t look the chap in the eye because I was so nervous, but that was nothing a litre of vodka couldn’t solve.
Once settled, the conversation was flowing and so were the drinks, your man put a shirt on and I could finally look him the eye. As we left to go to town, yes I was tipsy, but nothing I couldn’t handle. One thing for sure is, I know my limits. Sure didn’t I only meet him in Copper’s sober? He said he wanted to watch the Liverpool match because he’s a big fan. Yeah well I’m a big fan of good company but I’m not going to get that with the stupid football. So I played along, acting like I was interested but honestly couldn’t give a shit. The things we women have to do.
During the game we were getting on great, having a cheeky kiss every now and then and I was actually so happy. Then Liverpool won the match and we were cheering, it just felt like it was going to be a great night.
We moved on to PYG to get the cocktail buzz flowing, and he paid. When he handed me my drink I was feeling so attracted to him and I was happy I went through *operation sex ready* because it was so worth it. I was definitely giving him the V in exchange for the D. Then after flirty banter I went in for a kiss, but he pulled away. So I slapped him on the arm (In a flirty way) and said “Ya little shit” Thinking he was teasing me or messing around or something, but no, he was serious. He then said “I don’t like kissing in public or being affectionate” Ok, things just got awkward.
What the feck has changed since the last pub?
If I can’t do what feels natural then what can I do?
Where does this leave us?
Now just to be clear, the kisses he didn’t want in public, were pecks. Which he was all for in the last place. The affection was me wanting to hold his hand while we walked to the next club. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Now keep in mind this is the same boy that was an ass slapping, nipple twisting, face licking fan the last time he was here and now pecks and hand holding is too much. Are you all of a sudden a practicing born-again Christian? I will be honest with you. I was taken back by this, I was so confused and feeling like I couldn’t be myself.
Things got quiet real quick. I was clearly upset because he said “I know you want to cry because I can see it in your eyes” Well, You just rejected me in a club and put a downer on the whole night after we were having a nice time, as well as ruining all my preparations, so yeah I’m upset, you idiot. I never said that to him, I should have, but tbh I didn’t know what to say other than smile and sway side to side to the music sipping my drink. I knew I was staying in his house because my stuff was already there, but I didn’t even know what this was anymore.
We then moved on to Dicey’s. Why? I will never know. As we walked down the street I said “you really don’t want to kiss in public?” and he said “No, We can kiss now” delighted with life and putting PYG behind us, I was hopeful that the night would be more like the start. Until we got inside and it was back to the restrictions. Ugh. What the f**k. It’s a fact, the more drunk I get, the more I want affection, especially after not having it for so long.
Just love me already.
So Dicey’s is a place you dance. Did we? No. Apparently he doesn’t do dancing either. Once again, didn’t stop him last time. I was starting to think, he must have got abducted by aliens and got a personality transplant from cool to fool.
He sat down, on his phone, talking to someone more fun than me, clearly. As he was doing this, I was making pals with people walking by and dancing with them. I didn’t put this much effort into getting dressed up to sit and look at him on his phone. It was time to call it a night and as we walked home in the friend zone, let’s be real. I had no idea what was going to happen. He then held my hand and said my hands were dry. Aw here stop, you’re killing me. Eventually he stopped me outside his house and said “I’m sorry about tonight” and gave me a big squeeze.
When we walked into the house we went straight upstairs and got ready for bed. There we were lying in bed and he made the first move. We were kissing away and he was ripping the clothes off me, so l knew where this was going. Even though he was a d**k to me basically the whole night, I was thinking, should I be sleeping with him? He doesn’t deserve the V. But the truth is I didn’t care, I wanted it just as much as he did and everything he’d done tonight was on the floor, along with our clothes.
He was just about to put it in and l stopped him to say “I’m a bit nervous, you’re the first person I had sex with in 5 years” to which he replied. “So what, l don’t care”. At this point I was really starting to think my foreign bae was just a foreign dope. But nonetheless I was already naked and I slept with him because l wanted to.
All I can say is, I don’t know why this boy was so cocky, a G-string could have held in what he was packing. Now I understand the phrase “Is it in yet?” Note to boys, if you act like a d**k it doesn’t make “it” grow any bigger. Just, still makes you a d**k!
I was getting nothing out of it, at all. When you want something done right, you have to get on top and do it yourself. Success, I was officially not “He-who-shall-not-be-named’s” last anymore. As he slept, he snored like a pig and I couldn’t sleep for the life of me. I was also parched, so I put on my clothes and went downstairs to get water. Then on my way back I stopped in to the bathroom to freshen up, Brush the teeth, baby wipe myself, fix me eyebrows, you know, the usual.
When l got back to his room, all I could see was a big hairy ass sticking out. Stop, did I actually just sleep with a monkey. Then to top it off, he let out a whopper of a fart. Like, give me strength. I am officially sober.
The bath from the intro doesn’t seem so bad now.
The next day he woke up and went downstairs and l pretended to be fast asleep. I heard the kettle boil and l was like fab if he brings me up tea in bed now I’ll forget everything #keeper, but no tea.
Fast forward to night two.
So l went home to get ready because it’s too early for him to be seeing that chaos and I have to say I was looking absolutely stunning and I’m not just saying this. Foreign bae was lucky to be walking around with me. When l got back to the house, he was so quiet and awkward with me. I put it down to him being tired although it was me awake all night with his snoring.
So off we went to the dogs. Literally this is where I should have told him to f**k off because this, us, or whatever we were, went to the dogs. I was the only one making conversation, he was laughing but was it with me or at me? He made no effort to talk back. Only new to this, as you can imagine, I started to overthink.
Was l not good at sex?
Was he just done with me?
Why is he being off?
Why did his personality flip?
Where is the man gone that I was texting for eight weeks?
After the dogs we went to a club, so I was like feck it, l have to say something. “Are you not into me anymore? If you’re not, just say it and I’ll go home”. Which he replied “We’re cool” and then I said, “Well if this was a date, it’s not a very good impression”. And he replied “But it’s not a date”.
Ok that hurt and I felt everything up until this point has been a complete waste of my time. Again, I should have told him to f**k off but again, l didn’t. I just pretended I didn’t care, but l did. He was being so awful and it was like he was trying to push me away, but then when I asked him, he couldn’t give me an answer.
I went to the toilet and on my return, he was nowhere to be found. I was thinking there is no way he would just leave me, would he? Yes, he left me alone in town with no phone, because I left it, charging, at his house with my stuff. I have never felt so rejected in my life, then walking to get a taxi crying with ten euro hoping it will get me home because I was supposed to stay with him. How could someone be so cruel to do this to anyone? Especially without even saying anything.
When someone does something you would never do to them!
So l got myself together and pulled a taxi, crying tears of hurt, shame and disappointment. When l got home my Mam was there, thank God, to comfort me. She was so annoyed with me being left alone in town and tried to ring my phone so we could get it back. No one picked up, He literally didn’t care where I was which made me more upset and quickly turned to anger.
Next morning my Mam brought me to get my stuff from his house. TBH, his house was the last place I wanted to go, but yet again NO-ONE answered the phone. When we arrived my Mam was so mad, let’s just say she definitely left her mark, on his face.
Driving home, I was so embarrassed about how my weekend turned out and knowing I had to tell my friends what happened. All I wanted out of that weekend was fun, if I could walk away and at least say I had fun then perfect, but unfortunately I cant say that. What I can say is, I learnt so much from my Foreign d**k. l knew he was taking the piss, I should have just gone with my instincts and told him to f**k off.
Next time….
I will not put up with shit from anyone!
I will not let anyone treat me like I’m second best!
I will not let anyone belittle me to make themselves feel better!
I am beautiful, honest and loyal!
And never mess with my Irish MAMMY!
Until next week
Tinderella
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