divorcedlondon

The thing about women is: I want them all.

It’s rare for me to see one I wouldn’t actually do, with fairly obvious age limits being my only real restriction. I won’t go near anyone under the age of sixteen and as for the upper limit, well it depends how they look. I saw Jane Fonda on tv a few months back and I think she’s sixty and yes, I’d still love to have her!

That’s me all over; I just love women, all women. Any woman! I can’t get enough!

I’ve settled into my new flat quite nicely, it already feels like home.

It helps that I know the neighbourhood already and even the building. Bob still think I’m spending too much on my rent. That’s easy for him to say, since he owns his place. Some of us don’t have a choice.

I’m in no position to buy a place at the moment. Even if I had the cash for a down payment, I’m not really ready to put down roots just yet, but some day.

I’m a couple of steps closer to finding a job; Bob was able to put me in touch with his mate. He’s trying to sort out a meeting between his Managing Director and me. This is very good news.

The job is that of Sales Director and sounds like it is precisely what I’m looking for, possibly even more so! It’s senior role, with a large staff, including a slew of team leaders and sales staff, even a personal assistant. Bob’s mate reckons it pays in the low six-figures! I think I’m on to a winner. I’m hoping to meet the MD next week.

I’m trying to be confident and positive about this job, which isn’t easy when you don’t have many eggs in your basket. At the moment, this is my only one, so I’m really hoping I can crack it! Bob’s friend has told me a bit about the MD and it sounds like I should be able to impress him if I’m clever about it.

I’m always clever! And besides, I’m a good salesman and selling is mainly about selling yourself. With the commission on this deal being so high, namely a great new job, I’ve got a lot of incentive to close the deal!

I suppose I should still be sniffing around for another job, but this one sounds so suitable that I’ve got my heart set on it already. Let’s hope I’m not disappointed! With the way I’m spending money, I can’t afford to be!

I heard from that guy Doug this week. He’s the one trying to help me take my first blog further. So far, he’s been less than successful.

I don’t really get why it is taking so long. I would think anyone clever in the media would see the value of my story! If my popularity on the internet is anything to go by, as a book, it would be a best-seller!

And that’s the other thing with Doug, he’s pushing more to turn it into a tv series, which I don’t really see. My view is it should be in print as a book, but Doug’s the media guy, or so he says.

This is what I don’t get about him and I’ve said this to him, so I don’t care if he reads it or not. He does something in tv already, but he only works at night. What kind of job is that where you never work during the day? I find it very weird. And it means he’s sleeping daytimes, so when does he have time to do anything for me? I’m wondering if he’s the right person to help me out?

I’ve told him he’s got till the end of the year to make something happen or I’m going to try to find someone else to work with. His response to this was to say that he was getting ready (getting ready!) to write the first episode of the series. What is he waiting for?

He told me the media doesn’t move quickly and so far, I won’t dispute that. He also says he’s been in touch with some high-powered tv executive already. I’ve never heard of this other tv guy, but Doug says he’s lucky to be in touch with him. If it doesn’t yield me some sort of big-money deal, I can’t say I share his view of how lucky this is! Only time will tell. I know people are interested in my blogs, which means they would buy my book, if I can just find someone to publish it!

I saw Elvis late last week, to re-up my charlie supply and guess what? He had twenty Apcalis for me! Result!

Apcalis, if you’re not keeping up, is the generic form of Cialis and it’s much better than Viagra. The side effects aren’t nearly as bad and it lasts a lot longer. They call it the weekend pill and claim the effects keep you good to go for thirty-six hours, but I think that’s an exaggeration. I’ve found if you take one on a Friday night, you’re still good on the Saturday night, but beyond that, you’re pushing it.

Elvis stopped by last Thursday. He liked the new flat a lot, but was his usual hurried self. He said he mainly got the Apcalis especially for me, but that’s probably because I’ve asked for it so often, since he introduced me to it. He’s a good guy for remembering!

I also went for his “pay for six; receive seven grams deal” on the charlie. And as usual, he let me pay him for the last lot, but wouldn’t take any money for this lot. That means, with the Apcalis, I owe him around four hundred quid. That’s three-hundred for the coke and another hundred for the Apcalis. He charges a fiver a go for them and they are worth every penny!

I’m glad I’ve got a friend like Elvis, otherwise I wouldn’t have a clue where to get what he sells. I was introduced to him via an expensive call girl I had last spring. I liked her too, but in a different way!

I guess I’ve been hitting the coke a lot since I returned from Cyprus. What can I say? I like the stuff! It’s very more-ish and I’m finding that I want it all the time. I’ve even been dipping into it during the day a bit, but that’s probably because I’m bored and don’t have that much to do.

Part of it is that I’m hating being unemployed; it’s miserable. Every day is pretty much the same as the preceding one. I miss working, I miss having an income. I miss having something to do Monday through Friday!

I’m loving being a father though! I haven’t actually seen my daughter since that first time, but I’m hoping to spend some time with her again this coming weekend.

Becoming a father is one of those life-changing moments, nothing will be the same for me ever again. I already love my daughter so much that it hurts. I would protect her with my life!

Last weekend, and the previous weekend, my wife took our daughter to her parent’s place. This weekend, I’ve insisted that my wife stay in London, so I can spend some time with them. She agreed, so I’m going over on Saturday and Sunday.

My wife suggested I stay over on the Saturday night, but I’ve declined. There’s no way I’m giving up a Saturday night in the flat when I can be playing! Discreet fun, here I come!

Last weekend, I wasn’t so lucky, no discreet adventures for me, but not for lack of trying. I had adverts running, I even rang up a chatline, which I haven’t done in quite a while, but I couldn’t find a playmate.

This was made worse by me taking an Apcalis on Friday night. I was really hoping to meet someone and I guess I got a bit overexcited and jumped the gun. The whiskey and the charlie might have had something to do with it.

I did think about wandering up Sussex Gardens for another whore, but thought better of it. Instead, I wanked myself senseless. And since the Apcalis lasts so long, I pretty much did the same on Saturday.

By the end of the weekend my cock was so sore, it wasn’t funny. I reckon if I kept going, I wouldn’t have any skin left on it! That wouldn’t be very appealing for any woman to discover, but I couldn’t even find any woman.

I thought about calling an escort, but decided I’ve been doing that too much lately and resisted temptation. One weekend without any action isn’t the end of the world, is it? I’ll more than make up for it come this weekend, I’m planning to party on Friday and Saturday night.

There’s a lucky woman out there right now who doesn’t know it yet, but the full discreetlondon treatment is in her future!