Ha ha ha ha - I have just read drunk blog from last night. Oh dear. It appears that I turn into a 6 year old sex pest (if such a thing exists) when drunk. I mean, I admit that the thought of the cute buy I kissed wearing his school uniform DOES get me going but blimey..... I'm such a weirdo! You know what they say though - the truth comes out when drunk! Ha ha. The truth is that I'm a lonely nutter who hankers after young boys. Ha ha. I SO need a man to keep me occupied! If only any of the men I fancied were actually single (and/or not scared of me) then I would be in my element right now and probably wouldn't even give the school boy another thought. The truth is I just want some fun. I know I said that I'm happy being single (and I am - even more so after reading Emily's book) but I still need someone to cuddle naked in bed at night. I mean preferably it would be someone who finds me sexy and funny and gorgeous and who I (in return) find equally amazing and sexy; but right now I'd settle for just a fit bloke to cuddle up to. I am craving to be touched and stroked and kissed by a gorgeous man.
Also, something else I wrote in drunk blog which is completely true is that I LOVE kissing. I love to feel a man's lips on mine and run my tongue across his teeth. I love to bite his lips and flick my tongue against his. Kissing is the best thing in the world. I also love it when you can feel the man getting excited during kissing. It's the sexiest thing ever! I'm a good kisser. I know this because I've been told a hundred times. Kissing for me is the single most pleasurable thing in the whole world (with having a tattoo being the second most pleasurable and full sex being the third! Ha ha).
I know it's SO wrong and I don't even like him anymore (for various reasons) but I have imagined countless times what it would be like to kiss Ben. Properly I mean; not just the peck we had on the show (where I purposely clenched my lips together for fear of not being able to control myself and ramming my tongue down his throat). I reckon he's a really good kisser; sometimes you can just tell that someone will be able to blow you away with a kiss alone. Perhaps that's why I liked him so mush! Anyway, forgetting about him cos he's in my past and I will never know what it's like to kiss him; I think I AM going to go and hunt out the 17 year old tonight. All this talk of kissing has made me realise that I NEED one. It's kind of like when you suddenly get a craving for some chocolate - if you don't get it; you start to get agitated. I am now restless and desperate for a kiss that will make my knees go weak. Why the Hell did I delete the Great Kisser's number after telling him to leave me alone?! What a twat! Messer that he is; he definitely would have satisfied my craving for now (until I meet someone who will take my head in his hands and plant one on me that's so passionate and amazing it makes me want to cry!)
Wow I need a man. Ha ha. It's all I can talk about! (did you notice? Ha ha). In all my adult life I have NEVER been single this long. It's been a whole 6 months now and I'm going out of my mind. In between serious relationships in the past I have always had someone to call up when I've needed a cuddle but this time around I decided that I wouldn't go back to ex's or booty-calls. Instead I deleted all their numbers and stupidly thought I'd be ok without them. Not so - I am now craving a kiss more than anything; to the point that I'll snog Russ if he's out tonight. Sorry Rusty - not that there would be anything fundamentally wrong with snogging you but you're like a brother to me and it'd just feel hideous! Ha ha.
Today has been really nice. After we all went for lunch, my cousin (who lives in Bournemouth) called me to say that she was in Brentwood. I met her for a coffee and it was really nice to see her. The last time she was up it was Jordan's birthday and all the boys were dressed in drag. We did a pub crawl of Brentwood and it got very messy! I also saw an old friend of mine (who I stalked once years ago - no change there then - but who now regrets not saying "yes" to me MASSIVELY! Ha ha - sorry babe!) and he is now a computer expert. He is coming to mine tomorrow to sort my computer out so finally I won't be on the verge of throwing it out of the window at least twice a week! Woohooo! A productive day all round!
I know I said earlier that I didn't have any work to do today but I did end up doing another load of phone interviews for various papers and magazines. It was ok though cos I did them while sitting in the pub with my cousin, who laughed the whole way through at the things I was saying.
If there are any nice fit men who want to party with me tonight, I will be in Sugar Hut in Brentwood. Get your arses down there and come and talk to me. Although DO NOT mention Big Brother, anything to do with my job, papers, magazines or other celebrities. The only thing I permit you to talk to me about (apart from normal everyday things that don't involve my work) is the All Star Talent Show cos I LOVE hearing how well I did. Ha ha. Other than that, I am friendly and approachable and well up for snogging a fit man. I need to just to get this obsession out of my head. I reckon once I have a good snog (and/or someone like the Fit Barman gives up his house and life to declare his undying love for me) then I will be sorted and able to continue life without thinking about men and sex and kissing every 8 seconds of the day. Got that - SUGAR HUT BRENTWOOD. It's open til 3am and there's a cheap hotel just down the road - although if you're anything like what I need I will drag you back to mine for a game of spin the bottle with my mates! (or if you're 17, good-looking and still got a school uniform). Ha ha.
Have a great weekend. All my love from a smiley happy, kissing-on-the-brain (and dreaming of being swept off my feet by a gorgeous man) Jodie Marsh, Brentwood, Essex, England, somewhere in the universe (although not mentally from this planet!).
Xxxxxxxxxxx
P.S Log in to Loopylove.com - I really have joined a dating agency - and make sure you supply a picture please - preferably a naked one, or at the very least topless (and wearing ripped jeans with your underpants showing). I'm ready to be taken out!!!!!!
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