A #RoyalBaby is Born!

Well I should start by saying a MASSIVE congratulations to Kate & William on the birth of their baby boy! Yet to be named and the photograph not yet released to the public; you can bet your last dollar that this new Prince is going to be the cutest kid on the block! With William and Kate as parents, there’s no way he won’t be a cutie!

On the same as this Royal Baby, my Bestie celebrated his late 20-something birthday. We spent the day monging out because we are in the midst of a heat wave, smoking spliff after spliff, chatting, laughing and watching episode after episode of The Big Bang Theory – our favourite TV show.

Again, that’s not all that happened today. On the same day as this Royal Baby, one of my work colleagues found out that she was having a baby boy. Not quite as Royal, but devastatingly cute at the same time.

All this talk of babies is just making me damn broody; a sensation I’m not overly comfortable with. I get this feeling every now and again, usually when someone close finds out they are pregnant. The same thing happened when we found out that my Bestie On the Other Side of the World was pregnant. I get this giddy sensation where the whole baby thing makes me smile, followed by sheer panic when I realise that I’m not-so-slowly getting older and my biological clock is ticking away yet I’m no closer to be settled and ready to have kids as I was when I was 16 years old. I’m still living with family after another devastating breakup in my late-twenties, dating highly inappropriate men in the hope I’ll eventually find “The One” even though I know damn well that my Bestie I’ve Never Had a Dalliance With is always going to end up being “The One” for me; bouncing from guy to guy in a bid to find a happiness that I should probably learn to find on my own.

It’s all so depressing.

My Mr. Grey is coming down to my end of the country tonight. He’s heading back home on Friday night and I just happen to be not working Friday during the day. Coincidentally, Friday just happens to be the day that I get paid too. I’m in desperate need of some kinky fuckery. I need it. I think a My Mr. Grey fix is just what I need right now.

It’s not that simple though, is it?

I’m with Jock now. We are boyfriend and girlfriend. He’s basically told me the “L-word”. My Mr. Grey is seeing someone yet sent me a photo of a different girl that he sort of has this pact with, where if she gets to 27 and he’s still single, they will end up together. But he’s moving in with the first girl anyway. Huh? Are you as confused by this as I am?

I just have two more sleeps to get through until I can see Jock again and boy oh boy; I’m a horny little bitch right now. I’ve jerked off more times in the last two days than I have in weeks. All of a sudden my sex drive has come back with a vengeance and I’ve found that new confidence I spoke about a few weeks ago. I think Jock is helping – he is clearly completely smitten with me.

That’s Wednesday night and Thursday day sorted. That leaves me with Friday free….. Should I go see My Gr. Grey? We’ll probably fuck. How much does Jock really mean to me? Here we are back to this again – wasn’t I in this exact same situation just a little while ago with OB?

I think I want to give things a go with Jock and this whole baby business is just spurring this decision on. He has no kids of his own and he’s at an age where he should probably get on it if he wants to have kids of his own. He has a (step-)daughter but is it really the same thing? He thinks of her as his own…

He is older than me – almost 8 years in fact. If he’s fallen in love with me in just 34 days, how long do I have before he starts pining for things like marriage and kids? Am I starting to think seriously about this stuff? Could I have that kind of future with Jock? From what I have seen so far, I think I could. I honestly think I could. Then again, I could probably think about the future with My Mr. Grey too…. It’s like the attack of the Scottish older men right now.

The years are flying past now and I’m starting to think that I need to evaluate where I want things to be in 5/10/20 years time. Is the family and kids thing something I’m really going to think about? Is that something I really want?

See – I hate it when things like this happen and I start to second guess myself. Yesterday I loved my life. Today I think I want kids. What the fuck?

In conclusion, congrats again on the #RoyalBaby! I love it when the country goes bonkers for its monarchy. It makes you very patriotic!


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