Tuesday, 8 June 2010

My Murky Past (Part 1): Shit, Dodgy Curtains and Nik-Naks

Music: Every 1's a Winner - Hot Chocolate

Oh my goodness I have been so rubbish at updating my blog recently.  So much has been happening that I've hardly had any time to write about it - but it's all coming, very soon!

But here's a quick update: I binned Stephen off.  He of the drunken snog in the club.  After ten minutes of swapping spit and 100 stalky texts from him later, our one-sided liaison was over.

It reminded me of a very valuable lesson: I should not give my number out to wonky-toothed weirdos with a penchant for collecting restraining orders.

Anyway...  What is it they say about learning from your mistakes?  I'm sure we're all supposed to learn valuable life lessons during the twists and turns of our complicated lives.  Especially when it comes to love and sex.

Except I'm not exactly sure that I've learnt that much.  All these years on, I'm still making the same lapses in judgement and ending up dishing out my number to undesirables.

But why?  Why haven't I learnt anything?

It's time to delve into my romantic past to try and find some answers.  Oh yes.  Buckle up and prepare yourself for the most embarassing rides of my life.  Part 1.

1. Ginger Buns

I was 18, still a virgin and I wanted to get some sexual experience before I went away to university. I worked weekends at a supermarket in the fruit and veg department and had been lusting over David from the bakery for months. In hindsight I have no idea why, as he was pale, ginger and a bit of a chubster.  Maybe handling all those bananas had warped my judgement, but he had something about him: a swagger and a certain look. He loved himself, and that confidence was attractive to the young, inexperienced me.

After several halves of cider one Saturday night out I ended up back at his place.  His parents were away on holiday, and we got naked and fumbled round for a bit. I didn’t have a clue what to do or how to give a blow job, so I just licked his cock like an orange ice-lolly and he half-heartedly fingered me.  All the time I tried my best to ignore his ridiculous ginger pubes.

The next morning he gave me a tenner for the taxi home and I left feeling like a really shit excuse for a prostitute. Not a great sexual awakening.

2. No shit, Sherlock

My first real boyfriend was Alistair at university.  We got together after the first two weeks of term, in those heady, alcohol fuelled days of zero responsibility.  I lost my virginity to him after about a month, and from what I remember the sex was pretty good.  He’s one of the few men I’ve slept with who knew where my clitoris was - but it wasn't all plain sailing.  Alistair had a weird condition.  Well, OK, he had a plastic stomach and arsehole.  One time after we had just finished having sex, his man-made man-hole got a little bit too excited and he shat in the bed right next to me. I suppose you can’t have it all. We were together for ten months, tissues on standby.

3.  Curtains

Now aged 19, my second year at university wasn’t the best year of my romantic life.
It started off with an ill-advised hook up at a house party held by me and my housemates. I ended up snogging a bloke called Mike who lived with my housemate Suzanne’s boyfriend. We ended up seeing each other for a couple of months, and I liked him because he had a clapped out Volkswagen Polo and drove me to the supermarket.  He was a nice enough guy but we never really clicked.  Mike was terminally boring and I couldn’t understand a lot of what he said due to his ridiculous southern accent. He wasn’t exactly a leader in the style stakes either.  His hairstyle was worse than my pre-GHD frizzy mess and he insisted on sporting a centre parting and some really dodgy ‘curtains’. The sex was mediocre and he had a small penis.

4  Nik-Nak Knob

Now at the age of 20 and still in my second year of university, I was single for what turned out to be about six months.  Six long, sexually frustrated months.  One weekend I went to Liverpool to visit my best friend Nicola as she was studying at university there.

After a brilliant night out with Nicola and her friends I fell into bed with her housemate Luke. I was horrified by the sight of his dick as it was all knobbly and bent out of shape like a crusty scampi-flavoured Nik-Nak crisp. He tried to have unprotected sex with me, I said no, and then shat myself for a couple of weeks thinking that I was pregnant as his penis had brushed past my pubic hair. I was still pretty clueless at this point.

So far, so crud.  Is it any wonder I am so f*cked up when it comes to men?

Next instalment, coming soon...


  1. I think this is the first blog post I have ever read that made me laugh but I also had to read with my hands partly covering my eyes cause some bits were so ming!!

    I'd actually thought at number 4 you were going to say you ended up in bed with Nicola and I wouldn't have been surprised if you had due to the previous trauma!

    You poor, poor girl!

    Rapunzel x

  2. I'm quite mad at you, Kate. How is it you've waited so long to fill us in on these gems?

    He shat the bed next to you????

    Ginger pubes?

    Thought you were pregnant because his penis brushed near your bits?

    Kate, excellent. I can't stop laughing.

  3. Oh dear, I just choked on my lunch! I thought I had some dubious exploits in my past - good to see I'm not the only one!

    Can't wait to read the next part!


  4. I must now date a red-head to see if he has ginger pubes.

    Shat on the bed next to you?! Small and nik-nack'ed penises?!

    Dear Lord woman, I hope this gets better!

  5. crrrringe! I hope the poo incident didn't happen the first time you slept with him! I'm curious to know what his reaction was to it?!


  6. As they say in Latin:

    Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo.

  7. I won't be eating nik-naks anytime soon...


  8. Hilarious! I was thinking you were due for a shit story. Nik Nak Knob, too funny!

  9. Gaah, hilarious, but sorry to hear about the weirdness, hope it's aces from here on. I stumbled in from Gemma's blog because she has good commenters / readers.

    Eric in Texas

  10. this is hilarious. though granted at that time you probably didn't think so, you poor dear. keep the stories coming!

  11. Thanks for your comments everyone!

    They do get better - sort of. Well, I suppose things have to get worse before they get better, right?

    Thanks for stopping by Gemma and Eric! I hope you will be back and my tales haven't freaked you out! :-)

  12. pretty sure no. 2 wasn't funny when it happened. i think i would have freaked. and ewww knobbly penises. yuck!

    poor you!! do hope this gets better (for yoursake!)

  13. Dang, you deserve a huge step up. Its the men thats the problems, say goodbye to the weak and hello to the strong.......I should follow my own advice.

  14. Mm, pretty adventurous, aren't we? Too bad when I was young I never found someone like you!

  15. Hehe. I love it Kate :D

    Can't wait for the next one!! xx

  16. just stumbled across your blog. loved this post! reminded me of "chuppa chup" guy... not that dissimilar a story to nik naks man... will visit again soon!