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The Jack Rabbit

Location: Various

This was the first time I went on a second date …and a third, and a fourth, with the same guy. This guy was good looking, interesting and we had quite similar backgrounds, so lots in common. I can’t remember all the dates, but one really memorable one we took a boat down the Thames and got off at Greenwich for a walk around the park, then drinks and a meal before getting the boat back to the city. He was a good kisser (really important after the previous experience!) and after the fourth date I decided to bring him back to the flat.

Unfortunately (there’s so many unfortunatelies in this blog!), that was where the fun stopped. It was exactly like the episode in Sex and The City where Carrie decides she will have a fling and asks herself ‘how bad could it be?’ The answer…'he and I had sex like we were teenagers again. Meaning he had no idea what he was doing, and I didn’t say anything.’


 Again, like with ‘Sloppy Kisser’ I have since wondered whether I should have given him another go, because first time sex with a new person is never all that amazing. But I just couldn’t bring myself to go through it again. 
Two years down the line, back in the dating game and slightly more jaded, I do wish maybe I hadn’t given up on him so easily. But it could be a lucky escape for my back!

 Note to all guys anywhere, in case you haven't figured it out yet, this type of sex is not good!

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