It's my 7 pill-free days this week (well a few days in, actually) and I'm really noticing the difference.
1. no funny moods coming over me or spontanous teary moments, - I'm light, happy and cheery.
2. no nausea (it was like morning sickness but reappearing
throughout the day)
3. a raging libido - surely this has to be worse than no libido at all
(not sure what that feels like but hey, at least you can ignore that)
4. renewed taste for chocolate,
oh Toblerone, Toblerone, wherefore art thou, Toblerone
5. an increased appetite generally. I am beginning to wonder if the
pill's 'weight gain' side effect is a result of the depressed 'comfort
eating' so many women do. I'm the opposite in that I lose interest in
food when I'm down (even only slightly down, in an almost imperceptible way)
and so that explains why I lost a bit of weight.
I'm back on them again now, as I have cut short my 7 pill-free days, to
coincide my randiest time for the weekends. Haha I'm no fool! - I
haven't told Landlord that's why I've done it. ahem. Maybe I should
warn
him.
Things with Gorgeous Landlord are spiffing. You wouldn't believe the kisses I've been
getting. This morning before work was no short peck; nor was the
bedtime kiss last night or yesterday morning's... . I'm loving that. I
really am. And it's not a big wet session of slobbery snoggery and
loud nose-breathing noises or stupid splop splop sounds like the couple
on the bus - no, it's soft lips against soft lips, brief pause and again soft to
soft and angle change and soft again . He's the best kisser I have ever
known (or, well y'know, kissed) and I'm being spoilt rotten in that
department. and it's definitely him doing the kissing and making it
last and linger. And I can't resist. It's only if my knees go too wobbly that I have to pull away.
We watched TV last night (well he did, while I read chapter 1 of my OU
course text) and as I was a bit chilly, he got me my faux fur blanket,
tucked me in and sat beside me. Then after some shuffling about he
realised that while that was nice he rather preferred to be closer, so
he shuffled in nearer, put his arm around me and stroked my neck (oh,
bliss) and watched the Godfather while I read up on Neurons and their
-7mV state.
I'm aware it's probably from not being on the pill for a few days that I'm
so hyper, but I feel all wibbly again. He's so nice to me. And he was
telling his barber about me. I tried to sound really cool
and nonchalant "oh really? what did you say?" and he said he was going
out with his lodger who is t-total, "oh no" was the barber's (known for his penchant for heavy drinking sessions) predictable
reply. But Landlord was giving him the positives and negatives of it.
To be honest, I'm not sure I'll stay t-total for ever. I'm so in a
different place now. For one thing, I always felt guilty about the sex
thing with other boyfriends. It's easily as big a sin as drinking - but
I don't feel the slightest shred of guilt for sleeping with this one, none.
It's just right. The way it's meant to be, and I've never felt that before.
I also had a sip (and then a gulp) of his gin martini. And I was
surprised I liked it. It seems your palate does change with age and not just
though getting used to alcohol. I also tried some delicious sherry and
some real ale. And I don't feel guilty for that, either. (I still don't much
like beer, though)
He ruined a gravy with "low-'n'-brow" (that's Löwenbräu to you and
me) and that taught me that I still do not like
beer. This gravy tasted like my apron used to smell after I threw
Warsteiner Pilsner down myself when I worked at Planet Hollywood.) This gravy was
inedible but would probably make a good hair conditioner.
Things are good here. I'm very happy, but I'm sure it's just a matter
of time before I'll be crying out again because he kissed me 0.7
seconds shorter than
usual and this clearly meant he had gone off me and oh what am I going
to do. But for now..... wooo!
And lastly. Landlord and I are going to see the Producers this month. We have fab seats. Grand Circle, row A.
Excited?
not arf!!!!
