divorcedlondon

It’s Saturday night.

No scratch that, it’s Sunday morning now.

I haven’t been to bed yet and I hardly slept last night too. I’m not sure what’s going on with me; I don’t normally suffer from insomnia.

I finished work on Friday evening and came straight home. I had a couple of lines from my new stash and a few drinks, and then I hit the internet in search of some seriously sexy fun!

While I failed to connect with anyone last night, I did pull tonight, but more on that later.

Last night, I wasted a lot of time corresponding with time-wasters!

Even worse, I think I’m being stalked online! At least it’s not anyone who reads my blog!

The adverts I’ve been running this week have attracted lots of replies; far more than I’ve had recently.

My guess is that people’s lives are finally settling down following the holidays, which means more women are around for my kind of discreet fun. That’s a good thing!

I’ve been swapping emails with a few women this week, one of which I met tonight, but she’s not the one stalking me.

No, the one stalking me is a woman I told I was never going to meet and since then, she hasn’t left me alone.

My new stalker replied to my “oral available” advert, which remains my most successful online approach to date. In the ad, I make a simple offer; to go down on any woman, discreetly, anonymously and without strings. It’s an offer that many women can’t seem to pass by, at least in terms of the amount of replies I receive.

Not everyone who emails plans on actually meeting me; I figured that out quite a while ago. Some are merely testing the waters, to see if I’m real, others just want to exchange emails until they have enough wank-material to bring themselves off. And the minority, well they are the ones I get to meet!

This woman who is stalking me online gave me a very weird vibe.

I have a simple rule; if it doesn’t feel right, I walk away. Something was definitely not right with this woman, so I politely told her I didn’t think it was a good idea that we meet.

I’ve turned down women before. I expect this might be shocking to you, but sometimes you can tell that it’s not going to be a good experience and that was my feeling in this case. I thanked her for emails; I really was nice about it.

What set off the alarm bells?

Simple, she kept asking odd questions and dismissing my simple rules for meeting. There are certain things I just won’t compromise on.

For example, I don’t exchange photos, ever; at least not if it is someone from Gumtree or craigslist. Also, I don’t give out my address until the last minute and I don’t like meeting people in public.

My way of meeting is simple; I give the woman a rough idea where my place is, then at a pre-agreed time, I ring her on her mobile phone and direct her to my door. The spot I send them to is visible from my flat, so I can see that they are really outside, before directing them to my building and then my bed.

I came up with this system when I was living with my wife for obvious discreet reasons and have stuck with it ever since. It works. She didn’t like this plan either.

I’m easy, if you don’t want to play by my rules, we can both find alternative playmates. For women, finding another guy to meet is a right piece of piss. Unfortunately, she didn’t see it that way.

After I told her we would not be meeting, her tone went from somewhat demanding to viciously nasty. She started behaving like she was doing me a favour by relenting and agreeing to my terms after the fact.

I sent her one last email, again explaining that meeting would be a bad idea and then I left it and have not written to her since.

My new stalker hasn’t stopped sending me emails. At last count, I’ve had around forty messages from her since I sent my final response.

Forty! In just a few days! For fuck’s sake!

The emails have an edgy tone that I find a bit distressing. This woman is obviously mentally unstable or she would have simply moved on by now.

She’s been begging to meet me, insulting me, threatening me and most annoyingly, she’s been forwarding me stupid email jokes with massive files attached.

You know the sort of emails I mean, the kind stupid idiots forward you all the time with lame jokes or photos or video clips. It’s like spam for the ignorant!

Take a hint from DL; don’t forward stupid emails to anyone. If you haven’t originated the joke or photo yourself, don’t waste someone else’s time by sending it to them and clogging up their email accounts!

My stalker is sending me all these emails to try to get a reaction from me, but I’m starving her of oxygen. There’s nothing she can say or do that will inspire me to reply again!

You know what would happen if I replied, even to tell her to fuck off and go to hell, don’t you? She would just send me even more emails and I’m already getting over a dozen a day! I just want her to stop!

She’s only got one of my throw-away email account addresses that I use specifically for online activities of the discreet kind, so I might just abandon it. I change web-based email accounts the way most people change their minds!

It always pays to be discreet!

To be honest, I think I keep checking it just to see if she’s continuing to harass me. No matter how many times a day I login, there’s always at least one message from her and frequently more!

I know it’s only been a few days, but the intensity and ferocity of her messages is a bit frightening! But I’m quite intuitive and smart and I always trust my gut instincts where women are concerned and haven’t been wrong yet!

If anything, turning her down only confirms my excellent judgement!

Just imagine if this nutter did come to see me and knew where I lived! She’d be showing up here at my flat at all hours, demanding the full discreetlondon treatment! Or worse! Possibly much worse!

I think I’ve dodged a real bullet this time; she’s mad as a hatter!

I don’t know what it is, but I’m feeling really anxious as well. It’s nothing to do with my stalker. I’m fairly confident she’ll lose interest or find a new stalking target.

Even sitting here now, I’m tapping my foot, kind of like a nervous tick.

And since I’m wide-awake, I’m still partying. I’ve got a couple of lines laid out on my glass coffee table, some nasty DVD porn running on the plasma screen and I’ve put a serious dent into this bottle of single malt in front of me, but I’m still not sleepy!

Last night, I wrote an entire entry for this blog and then just deleted it because I didn’t like it. I also thought it was too soon to post something else, after my posting on Friday. I think I’m just duplicating what I wrote last night, right now, but with the added bonus of tonight's sexual encounter too!

The woman I met tonight only left a couple of hours ago. I think she wanted to stay over, but I wasn’t in the mood for company that long, or to sleep! She was a bit awkward. I ended up giving her taxi fare just to get her to leave!

I did try to sleep last night; I lay in my bed for hours and hours, but sleep would not come. When it started to get light, I got up, had a line, a coffee and then completely cleaned my flat!

I blitzed the entire place in a very thorough way! It really needed it; the place was a right mess! I haven’t kept up with it very well since I moved in and I still haven’t hired a cleaner.

I saw an advert on craigslist for nude cleaners and I’m tempted to contact them, but I’m worried they wouldn’t do such a good job of cleaning and that would defeat the purpose!

Sorry, I bet reading this entry is seamless to you, but actually I shut the lid on my PowerBook for around an hour and took a break.

Why?

Because I just phoned a chatline. It was a totally waste of time. Bunch of time-wasters!

And I know I had a woman here only a few hours ago but I want more! Damn Erectalis keeps you stiff too long!

Actually, that’s not a problem, that’s a bonus. I just need some more pussy to use it on!

I always need more pussy! I can never get enough!

I’ve done some more coke as well; this stuff is different from my usual that I get from my mate Elvis.

It’s the first time I bought some from a guy I work with; actually it’s the first time I’ve bought from anyone other than Elvis.

I’ve still got some of Elvis’s charlie, so I had a chance to compare them.

The batch from the guy at work, “Wheeler” isn’t as white coloured as Elvis’s, it’s a much creamier shade. Also, “Wheeler’s” is coarser and more crystalline and stings my nose more.

That’s a bad thing, as the inside of my nose is raw already from doing so much. At least I haven’t had any more bleeding!

Mainly, the sensation is much different. It’s hard to describe, because they are similar, but the differences are pronounced enough that I notice.

Overall, I prefer Elvis’s to “Wheeler’s”, but it’s good to have a back-up supplier. I’ll try to see Elvis this week anyway, as I do need to do some shopping!

I just feel so restless and I don’t understand why. Maybe this whole thing with my daughter is eating me? I’ve been trying not to think about it, but of course I’m not being very successful at it.

I’ve got to get some sleep tonight or this will be my second night of no rest!

I don’t really think I have that much to say now and I have some other internet business to take care of.

I’m way behind on replying to my fan emails and I’m going to finally bite the bullet and register with a genuine dating website, before I go to bed!

Who knows, by this time next week, I could have a whole new class of woman in my life! I can’t wait!