When men become my plaything

I must admit something, some people collect stamps, others collect shoes (something that I do too) and then there is the woman, who like myself, collect admirers.


It is only recently that I have come to realise that I have a collection of men who I like to keep on tap. So whenever the need arises in me, I am not talking about sex (mind and gutter people), oh no, I shamefully keep them around for a good old fashioned ego boost. I know, I know its bad, but I cannot help myself.


It is just that sometimes I get bored and when I am bored I like to call them for a good chin wag (which means a great conversation my non-british friends) with my admirers, and when I have had my fill I say goodbye and never bother with them until next time- sigh- terrible I know! It is just that, they are men I dated but I could not have a relationship with because the spark was missing, which leaves the men in limbo with me- they are not quite friends and yet they are not relationship material.


You might think that the men might get tired of our flimsy excuse for a friendship but they do not. They seem to happily allow me to pick them up when i want them, and just as quickly set them down when i am done.


So on that note, all i can say is "dance my puppets, dance".


LSGS