The year I met my wife she was the third girl I dated.
I'll try to keep this short but they are all loosley linked.
Number one, we went out a few times but I was the quiet type and I think she got bored with me so
she just became unavailable.
Number two was set up by friends and we dated for a couple of months. She was a nice girl and we got on great but here's the thing; she was a virgin and believed in "saving yourself for the one you marry", a bit religious as well.
Now I could have respected that except that she was happy to get naked and have her tits fondled but when I tried to stroke her pussy, she said it wasn't fair on her. She didn't seem to consider how I was feeling.
Strangely enough this wasn't a deal breaker for me in itself but on top of that I was doing all the travelling and sometime getting cabs home, I paid for everything when we went out and I mean everything, she never bought me so much as a cup of coffee. So although I liked her I could see this selfish trait but still we carried on.
I had met the Mrs at a couple of social functions and got on really well and someone told me she'd be at leaving drinks in a works bar so I decided I was going ask her out.
I was really keen and didn't want to mess things up with her so I decided number two had to go rapidly.
Ungallant though it was I told her over the phone (it was a long and expensive journey to it in person)
She was upset and couldn't understand why but at least I could make my move with a clear conscience.
I went, met her, chatted, got on great, asked her out, she accepted, kissed held hands, all going well.
I went out for a pee when who should I meet in the corridor but Girl number one,(happed to work in the same building) slightly tipsy, ever so pleased so see me after so many months and telling me to call her. I was in a mild panic but managed to offload her fairly quickly with her saying "call me, call me" as I disappeared down the corridor saying "yeah yeah"
It all ended OK, still with the Mrs so good decisions all round!
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