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Thanks for reading, it's been very cathartic my being able to re-tell tales of my halcion younger days. Anyway after Fiona and i went our seperate ways i now had a taste for adventure. I signed up for another 2 dating sites and tweaked my profile to attract older ladies and the offers came thick and fast. I discovered if you're prepared to travel you're more or less guaranteed a sleep over. I'm from Ireland so traveling across the Irish sea to Britain wasn't a problem. I met some lovely ladies and had fun but one lady in particular the alarm bells didn't register until it was too late.

Sheena was Scottish 39 seperated with 3 kids, she kept asking for chats which i declined. I didn't want to get involved with single mothers but i didn't want to seem judgmental or shallow so after about a week i accepted her chat invite. We got on very well but i didn't want to give her the wrong impression so i just threw it out on the table that i was after sex not a relationship, she told me i wouldn't know what i really wanted unless i tried something different. I needed another tactic to scare her off, i asked her would she be comfertable if i stayed over with her kids in the house after all i'm just some bloke off the internet. She told me if she didn't trust me she wouldn't be chatting to me.

So she understood that if we met it was for sex first and dating later if applicable, she was fine with it. About a week after that i'm on the ferry to stranrear cursing myself. Stupid stupid stupid moron, bitten off more than i can chew and i knew it. The ferry docked i was on the bike the door dropped and the mist was there. On the way out the steward says 'good luck mate' i says aye cheers i'll need it as i slapped down the visor and rode out into the unknown.

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