Oh my gosh. I haven’t written in so long. To make a long story short, I had to put an end to this guy I just started seeing a few weeks ago. I met him at the coffee shop I go to. You know when you meet someone and it just clicks? Well, aside from ordering the exact same half-cappuccino, half-hot chocolate, my secret concoction I thought not one else has ever dreamed up before, he was not only handsome and sexy, but he had guts. He didn’t beat around the bush after we talked for a few minutes about the capa-coco to ask me out.

He’s a dentist and I’ve always thought dentists must have a phobia against kissing people. How can you not when you’ve always got open, bacteria filled gums in your face? But he was the best damn kisser I’ve ever been with. And he liked kissing. We kissed for a full week before we went any further than that.

Thing is, I felt like the guy in the relationship. I wanted to move faster in the sex area, he wanted to keep things slow. But he was rushing for me to meet his family and he really wanted to find out everything about me. Meet my family and so on. And I just couldn’t do it. It’s a shame because I liked him, I liked the way he kissed.

Maybe that’s why married guys are after me. Because it’s actually me after them. I don’t need to explain my life – past or otherwise – to anyone.

Sorry there hasn’t been much about animals. But hey, I’m a mammal, aren’t I?