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I had my first kiss when I was 18. Before that, I went around feeling sorry for myself and cursing all my friends who had kissed and even had sex with guys. I was especially mad with my sister for some reason. Well, she is 5 years younger than me and she’d already kissed some one. What was wrong with me? I often blamed it to the fact that people backed away from a blind girl thinking they had to take so much care of me when they were going out with me. Mum often said to me that as a disabled girl, I wasn’t very much desired as a girlfriend and that I would just have to wait. Not a very uplifting message from mother to daughter if you ask me. Mum2 was more positive as were my friends and gave me a lot of encouragement… And it was indeed on a trip to Brussels for a youth hearing in the EU parliament where I’d brought my mum2 with me I got my first boyfriend. Fair enough, he treated me bad, but it changed my confidence and also my luck with other guys. In this passed week, I’ve been asked out by three different guys. One of them is one of the cooks in the restaurant. He’s South-African and I don’t believe for a second that he’s single. Ok, he didn’t just ask med out last week. Being a (good man) he moves one step at the time. First he was going to take his future wife, meaning me, home to his family in Soweto, Johannesburg. “They’ll love you and you’ll love them and Soweto,” he said. The second encounter was rather embarrassing. He was wearing a coat made from a similar material to TG. Thinking it was TG coming over to give me a hug and how we have a habit of pretending we are having a secret lesbian relationship, I snuggled up saying, “Hey babes”. Discovering it was KG though, was very embarrassing!!! If nothing else, it makes a hilarious story. A prime example of blind failures. Friday, he grabbed my thighs during staff food which I wasn’t all that impressed about and I let him know. “Have you missed me,” he whispered tenderly leaning across the table. Me, being sarcastic and also in a very hormonal state due to my upcoming period, answered “Oh, I’ve cried every night.” He not understanding the sarcasm said, “You could have called me.” Then, there is this other guy working in the restaurant. A Sri Lankan, who’s too fat for my liking and too desperate as is sleazy Robbie, the Italian guy I’ve wrote about before who didn’t have the nerve to ask me himself. He got TG to do it. I have very little respect for men who can’t ask women themselves. Had Robbie had the nerve to ask me, I probably would have been a little nice saying that I respected him, but no thanks. As it happened though I laughed in TG’s face saying I wouldn’t date him for a million years. Poor guy. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but it’s just a little bit annoying that the guys can’t keep their hands to themselves. Robbie for example, had to grope me and kiss my neck before he asked TG to ask me out. Of course I told him to fuck off.
A slight correction. TG does not live with her hunny muffin. I’m still not happy though, because she got a flat in a block that I’ve been on a waiting list for ages. She had her flat warming party on Saturday. I didn’t wanna go to be honest, but a said that he fancied going, so I thought I should give it a go. We went after work, TG, Hunny muffin, and a few others from work including sincerely yours. Because of bad bus connections in the middle of the night, and being London, a lot of traffic, we didn’t get there till half two in the morning, but it was a merry party. I got home escorted by A, at about 6 AM and went to bed with period pains half an hour later.
Today, I had a friend over who works for a technology company. I am going to get myself a sat nav system, which will enable me to go more places by myself. I can’t wait! I’m also getting a digital talking book player, or Daisy player which I can put books and music on. I received my digital recorder a week ago, so I’m starting to get a good collection of gadgets!
