Roxy highlights her choice for the perfect guys to look for this summer.
Roxy looks at whether the "other woman" is always in the wrong.
This army consisted of around six guys, all of whom I keep in regular contact with, and all of whom I have hooked up with at least once. I always thought it was a good thing to have your pick of lads – that was until I was seeing six at once and was finding it hard to remember names and conversations. Now I don’t generally talk that much to these boys, but I was finding it very difficult to be able to say anything without receiving a confused look and then having to mumble ‘Oh, was that not you?’
After a while, seeing six guys got kind of boring, they were texting and calling at all times of the day and night, and some were even popping up at my house, expecting me to actually want to see them. It was getting too much. Little things they did were becoming annoying to me; no I do not want to talk about your bad day and no I don’t care if you think I’m being mean. One by one I broke off contact. But by some cruel twist of fate, or possibly just karma being a bitch, they did not get the message.
If I have not answered your call or your message, then it does not mean I want you turning up at my doorstep, because I will avoid you.
So where did that leave me?
Well apart from crouching under my window and having to keep my curtains closed, it left me with one guy. One guy! I have spent the last two weeks calling up one guy and having him come over at ridiculous times. And, what is worse is that I have even walked to the guy’s house at stupid times of the night/morning.
Last night a revelation hit me. Maybe it was the way the walls shined in Ziggys, or maybe it was the way the rowing team were wearing only togas, but either way I decided I have turned into the kind of person I hate, the ones who are seeing just one person.
So what am I going to do about it?
Well tonight is Gallery, so I’m going to get off my face and pull a few strangers. And maybe I should start sending out applications for my new reserve army.
Hit me up if you’re a smoking hot guy, who is a good kisser and doesn’t get clingy.
Because Roxy is getting back in the game.
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