My journey, dating life and stories
Pleasurable Lessons
This blog is created with the aim of sharing my dating stories, including the highs and lows. I am often told that my tales of love and sex, even in their chaos, are quite interesting.
In this blog, I do not provide advice or tips on finding love. I myself am a failure in that department. I will share details of my personal life and sexuality without any taboos or reservations. This is meant to reassure women who are going through similar experiences that they are not alone. Many of us accumulate failed dates or experiences, as our beloved psychologists and life coaches would say.
I share anecdotes to laugh about, not to dramatize. Life is too short to spend it lamenting or whining. Together, we will laugh at my various adventures, some of which are quite thrilling.
I have chosen to maintain anonymity out of respect for the men I have encountered, who will be featured in this blog. It will also protect me from potential backlash, as the truth can sometimes be hard to digest, and my stories have some spicy elements.
To provide some context, I am a woman in my thirties, divorced and without children. I have a high-level job and achieve professional success, but on the flip side, I face romantic failures.
If any of my stories resonate with you, feel free to leave a comment. This blog is dedicated to sharing experiences, so I would be delighted to read your thoughts as well.
Latest articles
The Cowboy in My DMs Who Turned Out to Be a Joke (Alt: “He Called Himself a Gentleman. Then Asked Me to Buy the Condoms.”)
Four months ago, I matched with a charming, blue-eyed cowboy who promised old-school romance and daily good morning texts. He crossed the border to take me on a date, kissed me like he meant it, and called me “his.” It all felt like a fairytale—until the hotel booking, the condom request, and the slow unraveling of everything he pretended to be. This is the story of how one “gentleman” turned out to be a walking red flag with a southern accent.
Dr. Heartbreak: The End of the Passionate Story
He said he didn’t know what love was—until he cried for another woman. That moment shattered something in me. Our last night together was beautiful, heartbreaking, and necessary. It was our goodbye. But life, in its strange ways, brought him back—just not in the way I expected.
Dr. Heartbreak: The Countdown to Goodbye
Just when I thought I had moved on, Dr. Heartbreak pulled me back in with a confession of how much he missed me. One month apart only intensified our passion, and our reunion was nothing short of electric. From the sensual surprise of my new lingerie to the way he worshipped me that night, it felt like we were in our own world. But as reality crept in, so did the inevitable goodbye. His visa was expiring, and his return to France loomed over us. We held onto each other, savoring every moment, knowing our time was running out. The countdown had begun, but neither of us was ready to let go.
An Update on the Bachelor: Finding Closure
After a year of reflection, I finally found closure with the Bachelor. Despite the hurt and mistakes, apologizing allowed me to let go of guilt and learn invaluable lessons about boundaries, self-respect, and healthier relationships. Our story may have ended, but the growth it sparked will stay with me forever