Posts by Isabel Hitchings
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Well, if you consider that aint a real screw around, you really could put that one into the file girl
We were very young, and overly dramatic and making up was fun to do
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I actually think the only reason I walked away from relationships is because they screwed around
Unless I'm misremembering I don't think I've ever had a relationship end due to someone screwing around (though screwing around was a feature in a few of them).
I had one partner who split up with me on a near weekly basis, for several years and always, always came back who was a bit surprised when I broke it off (I still loved him but it just wasn't working) and meant it.
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The trouble with asking someone if they are flirting with you is taht you then have to figure out what you are going to do with it if the answer is "yes". Sometimes not knowing is a heap more fun.
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I've run into a few people who I've never been quite sure if they were flirting or not. On reflection I think I quite enjoy the unsettling nature of their conversation.
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Tracymac Aaah the callousness of the young and horny.
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I was very nearly thrown out of my Hall of Residence due to having men in my room after hours. Unfair thing is that I mostly provided crash space for people who shouldn't have been driving home whereas the two women on my floor who had boyfriends actually living in their rooms got clean away with it.
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I've had a few times where whether or not actual sex occurred depends on how you define terms. Generally if I'm glad it happened I'll call it "sex" and if I'd rather it hadn't it's "not sex". Works best if you never, ever discuss it with the other participant(s) though.
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Jackie, I'm not sure if it's funny or sad but it's a good story anyhow.
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Having debated with myself about who to dump in it and how deep I've decided to do the honourable thing and take you back, way back, to my very first kiss. It's a safe choice because I don't remember any pertinent names.
At the end of form one my best friend moved to Australia to live with her Mum. Every summer she returned to Nelson, with sophisticated foreign habits, to stay with her step father and for those few weeks we lived in each other's pockets.
I think it must have been the summer I was fourteen or maybe fifteen. I was staying over at my friend's house and her father, who was more kind-hearted than he was wise, supplied us with a bottle of cheap red wine and retired (quite probably in a grassy haze). We drank our wine and listened to Doors records for a while. At some stage it seemed like a good idea to sneak out and go for a swim so we went upstairs, put our togs on under our dresses and climbed down the fire-escape.
Our first stop was the local pool. We easily scaled the fence to the play area but couldn't get into the pool itself. That was OK. The night was young and, anyway, there was a trampoline to enjoy.
Once the joys of bouncing had worn off we drifted into town and up to the cathedral steps. There we met a couple of young men who were possessed of a car and willing to drive us up the Maitai to a swimming hole where my friend and I swam while the guys watched. Some excitement was caused when, in the moonlight, my white togs were near invisible and it looked like I might be skinny-dipping.
After we had dried off, my friend, who was cannier than I, disappeared into the bushes with the younger and better looking bloke while I was left in the car with his 21 year old, slightly skeevy mate. Snogging was inevitable and unavoidable. I wasn't really sure to make of it. Kissing appeared to be oddly wet and tonguey and yet, bizarrely, not completely unenjoyable.
I suppose that, at some stage, my friend came back and we found our way home but I don't really remember. all I know is that, to this day, the combined smell of leather, cigarettes and beer makes me feel a little peculiar.
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There's a whole lot of people staring at their computer right now thinking "should I go there?"
In the instance I'm thinking of the exact quote was "thank you for your hospitality"