Why I do the things I do. I’m not after a relationship as such. It suits me that he’s married.

He won’t fall in love or do something stupid . Like leave his wife etc. It’s a bonus his marriage is open. No guilt.

This way I have the best of both worlds. I have my freedom, companionship and regular sex ๐Ÿ˜‚

The more time I spend by myself the more I treasure my freedom.

We had a long talk yesterday about our relationships. I told him I would never interfere in his marriage or such.

He told me he can’t come at a drop of a hat. I assured him I’ve got plenty to amuse myself so that’s not a worry.

I wrote him this last night after reminding him to get milk. His wife texted asking him to get milk on the way home.

Me: Small print: To be with me you need to fulfil your family obligations. If I remember Iโ€™ll remind you ๐Ÿ˜Š

Him: Have milk, 5 minutes and I’ll be home.

Thank you for a wonderful evening, and assistance with my family obligations! ๐Ÿ˜

Me: Youโ€™re welcomed . I borrowed you so need to return you in good condition ๐Ÿ˜‚

I liked it a lot yesterday that he made me feel special. He was very attentive. And we shared lots in common. He loves walkies as well, wandering through laneways.

He also likes to cook.

And I have a feeling he doesn’t give a crap what people thinks.

He loves Melbourne. And it’s also somewhere where he can escape from his ultra conservative Mormon family. They are all in Queensland ๐Ÿ˜‚

I do prefer them married. They are much better behaved.

Daylight savings today. We lost an hour of sleep.

The restaurant where I had dinner last night

I caught people painting these the other day. So bright and cheery. They used to be graffitied all over.

Our station all lit up.

The view last night whilst I waited for him.