Sunday, 16 August 2015

Someone Else's Prince

They day I met him was like no other yet, exactly the same as the 7304 days before it. The sun rose in the morning, cast shadows in the afternoon and set in the evening. But when I saw him. When the sun hit his neck as he turned from facing the sea to look at me. His eyes near transparent as the sun shone through them and his skin an orange glow as the rest of the world started to fall dark. The smell of the British waters, the way my heart sunk before I had even heard his name. That was love, before I even knew it.

He towered almost a foot taller over me, always making me feel tiny. At that moment, and every moment after I spent stood next to him I would feel protected. His eyes were small and his jaw chiseled. The type of boy you'd sooner see in the centrefold of a women's magazine than stood next to the likes of someone like me.

“Robin” he said “My name’s Robin”.

He showed me euphoria for the first time. He snubbed my cynicism like a lit cigarette to a puddle. He made that single room in this small town feel like a castle. He made me feel wanted.

I was a fool to think a boy like that could ever love me.


It's infuriating when the person that broke you gets their happy ending and you're just left behind. Staring at their life from afar as through a mercy window. Looking from the outside in at what you believe should have been yours. Trying to piece together the puzzle of their quaint togetherness. Asking yourself countless questions to which you may never know the answers.

Why her

What did I do to not deserve you

What is it about her that I could never be

Why did you treat me like nothing and her your queen

You see this is reality. Reality doesn't cater to the expectations we learnt from the fairytales we grew up being spoon fed. It's not always fair and sometimes good doesn't win. Good is left lonely, crying to herself sat on the edge of the bath tub. Knowing that she was not a princess and that he was someone else's prince.

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Dating Outside Your Type

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In one very memerable episode of sex and the city Carrie goes to a shrink who tells her that she has a problem, she chooses the wrong men. In response Carrie insists that it's the wrong men that pick her. The episode ends on an ironic note, when the beautiful man she met in therapy turns out to have a problem too, he looses all interest in the women he dates after he's slept with them. Carrie then realises that she does in fact, pick the wrong men. I love this episode, I love it because I can relate to it so, so much.

You Can Call Me Belle..

As you may have noticed I signed off my latest post with Belle x instead of my usual NJS x. Belle is not my real name. Not Just Sex was created as an anonymous platform for myself and other guest posters to anonymously (or not if they'd prefer for readers to know who they are) stories, experiences and opinions about all things love and sex. 

The reason I decided to change my sign off from NJS to Belle is to add a more personal touch to the blog. Something for people to refer to me as, know me as and for me to respond to as. So there it is, my new name.

Belle x

And the winner is.......

As you may remember, a little while ago Not Just Sex teamed up with Love Yourself Online to launch an exciting competition! The (very exciting!) competition was to win a 7 Function Waterproof Vibrating Rabbit from Love Yourself Online.

The competition has (unfortunately) now ended, and time has come to pick a winner!

We'd like to congratulate Lottie (Lottie_xo on twitter) on winning the prize and thank Love Yourself Online for the awesome collaboration on this competition!

Stay tuned for more posts and competitions coming up on the blog soon!

Belle, NJS x
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