Have you ever sent a drunk text that you REALLY regret? The fifth (and funniest) story in the ‘Tales of a Fuckgirl’ series…
When we last left off, I had just woken up in a pile of my own vomit to a Snapchat that sunk my stomach…
Before we can unpack why that Snapchat was so spooky I have to confess something to you guys.
I had a stalker.
My first attempt at online dating had led me to ‘Stalker Guy’. My self-esteem was at rock bottom as this was the first date I went on after my marriage had broken down. I was thrilled at the concept of being back in the dating game and would have gone out with literally anyone.
He was friendly and nice – but not much else.
I still went through with the date and things went a little different to what I had expected.
We took a romantic walk along Sydney Harbour when he leaned in for what I thought was going to be a kiss.
Have you ever had your faced mauled by a dog?
No? Well, that’s what this so-called ‘kiss’ was like. I felt like my face was being licked by a labrador.
As I was wiping the saliva from my face he asked me on a second date and being caught off guard, I reluctantly agreed.
After the second date I tried to let him down gently but failed miserably. It wasn’t until the end of the third date when I decided enough was enough.
I told Stalker Guy that it had been fun but I really wasn’t feeling it – and that’s when things really amped up.
In the fifth installment of my ‘Tales of A Fuckgirl’ series, I tell you how three dates and saliva turned into a full-blown stalker.
You won’t want to miss this…
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