13th October 2005 - (Part One) The one about being celibate but snogging lots

Not quite sure what to write about today but I've got a cheeky half hour in between boring work stuff so here goes....

Ooooh - I know. Guess what? I haven't had sex for 3 months! Normally I really crave it when I'm not gettin any action but this time I'm not even missing it. I've gone past that initial desperate stage of the first few weeks of celibacy and am, if anything, quite repulsed by the idea of a man touching me at the moment. I think that comes more from some of my rank ex boyfriends and the hideous thought of meaningless one night stands (which I definitely dont want!) though.

Saying that, I can't get enough of snogging at the moment. I feel like a teenager at school who sticks their tongue down the nearest throat they can find. Just recently I've snogged half of my mates (that always happens when I'm drunk so nothing new there) and I've snogged a nice few fit random men aswell. The main one being a lovely guy I've met. He's a builder which actually I'm finding to be a real turn-on. I love the fact that he's a real man and that he actually works for a living (unlike Fran who was more woman than me and spent all his days poncing money and preening his silly hair). It's a lush thought - him getting all sweaty out on site then going home, scrubbing up and coming to see me. I don't want anything serious but this is the guy I've mentioned a few times on recent blog that I've got a date with. Lush, lush, lush.

I won't be sleeping with him, or certainly not for a very long time (presuming I carry on seeing him) but he's a good kisser and he's really friendly and nice. All my mates like him as he's so easy going. He's not at all arrogant or rude, he doesn't interfere in my life or business - he's just NICE! Oh, and he rides a motorbike! Yipee! I'm not getting all carried away, like I said, a good snog is more than enough for now but motorbike riding builders are definitely the way forward.

My mate Angie has got VIP tickets for me and my bro to see Paul Weller in concert next month AND to meet him. Very excited! Now he's someone who's bones I'd like to jump. Actually the truth of it is, on meeting him, I'll probably turn into 14 year old bumbling wreck and stammer something like "I'm a massive fan - I've got all your albums. I love you Paul, marry me Paul. I feel like I know you......." ha ha. I can't wait though. Jordan loves him so mush he'll probably do a little sex-wee in his pants! Oh dear Paul, we're you're two biggest fans in the world. I'd run for the hills if I were you! On a serious note though. Check out the Band Aid dvd. Style Council doing Walls come Tumbling Down. When Paul growls the word "relax" at the opening of the song, it makes me wanna take all my clothes off and scream "take me now baby!" What a legend! And's he definitely getting fitter and fitter with age. I've never seen a man mature as well as him. Like a fine wine. ha ha.

Patrick Alan from the Drifters, the guy who set me and Cris Judd up, has a new friend in town. Apparently he's the fittest man on earth and he wants me to go and meet him later on. It'd be rude not to really. I'm in town tonight anyway at an event with a good friend of mine Nick. Nick organises things like the Mobo's and the V Festival. All his events are really good. I'm looking forward to it. I'm taking Sarah and stripper Lauren. Haven't seen her in ages and she's just had her boobs done so I'm gonna have a feel later.

Had a chat with my mum last night. Lauren and the builder were over and she was jokingly telling them that I needed to grow up. Although actually, she's probably right, I'm not ready to grow up. I need at least a couple more years of misbehaving! Plus, having just bought a house, I think that qualifies as 'becoming an adult'. I keep telling people that I'm a grown up now that I own a house. I know deep down it's not true but it makes me feel good saying it. It's almost like owning a house allows me to act like a child even more so. When people call me childish, I can say "Oi - I own a house!" as if that makes it all alright. In my head it does anyway!

Check out New Woman and Bliss magazines this month. I've got interviews in both. Bliss made me do an IQ test to prove I'm not a brainless tart and I scored 130. My publicist sat with me while I did it to check I wasn't cheating! Apparently a score of 130 means I'm in the top 2% of the population for intelligence. Hooray! How about that people?! Damn it, I knew I should have carried on studying! I might have been a brain surgeon by now - mind you, I wouldn't be having so mush fun!

Better be off now, work to be done. Enjoy your day and remember - builders are mush better than celebrities! They don't preen as much and they have real muscles n stuff! ha ha.

Love, snogs, licks n fondles

Jodie Marsh, celibate and loving it!