I like spreading my legs.
I like spreading my legs in a star shape,
a cross in the centre of the bed marking it as mine,
no more nights of someone’s snoring and being pushed to one side.
I built this bed with two hands and a dollop of pride
because the instructions said I’d need four
but anything’s possible after a glass of wine
and no one tells a stubborn feminist what to do so I was going to at least try
and what else was I meant to do with my Friday night?
Newly single in a new city and asked out by the removal guy that moved me here
like going to Pizza Hut and then watching him watch football and drink beer
wasn’t enough fun in my life.
I think the added spice came from his use of the word ‘babe’
and the blonde-haired “nephew” in his photo library
(and with hindsight his likely blonde-haired wife)
but at some point we all need the lesson
of a sleazy van driver from Preston
and his eloquent command of language
for the way he described my ‘smashing capacity’
really squirted that orgasm right out of me
as I scream out how blessed I feel to be free.
I had so much to learn at 23.
Moving on swiftly,
now the new bed has been put to the test
but those squeaking springs can’t drown out the words he needs to get off his chest
as he asks me a question, mid-grunt, in the middle of having sex,
nor how my clear response was oddly heard as a yes
when the next day it’s followed by a Facebook relationship request
as I do my best to spend the next three months politely bullshitting my way out of the impending doom
of spending any more nights in his parents’ box room
whilst a 30 year old man plays C.O.D in his marvel pyjamas
and with a tearful hangover tells me he’ll stop drinking soon,
he just needs to move out and buy a house
and it leaves me to wonder if he’d have more chance of achieving his life plans
if he tried waking up before noon?
I don’t mean to sound rude
but all I’ve done to this point is get with guys who have the self awareness of a teaspoon
so no wonder we don’t make it to that ‘honeymoon’ phase,
you’ll be lucky if I see you past the first date
the way you complain all night about the job which you hate
and then tell me it’s never for a lady to pay for her share of the food.
Well no offence mate but I probably earn more money than you
and the way you’re anxiously drowning in WooWoo cocktails
I’d guess I’m better at managing it too.
And what makes you think I’d want to go on holiday with you?
I agree that’s a great deal to fly to Morocco but we’ve only met twice
and although you seem nice
you’re a bit overbearing
and I just don’t think we’d make the best pairing
and when you drunkenly tell me you can’t wait to bend me over
I think I’d rather take the risk jumping off the cliffs down at Dover
than go home with you.
I hear your sober apology and understand that you’re stressed
but that’s got nothing to do with it
and has what you said
ever succeeded in getting a woman into bed?
Now don’t get me wrong, long term relationships can be beautiful
but not with you because that unsolicited dick pic really wasn’t suitable
even if you did reference a hummus meme.
Yes I know I said I like sweet chilli flavour but I really didn’t mean…that.
I think I might just be better off getting a cat,
at least they don’t invite themselves round for a sleepover at my flat
and feign surprise when I ask why they’ve brought an overnight bag,
or stalk my Instagram back to last summer
to tell me that my legs in those yoga shorts are a ‘fucking catch’
because yes that’s creepy
and no, surprisingly, I don’t think we’re a match.
And is it too much to ask that I get a night to myself?
No it doesn’t mean I don’t like you,
it means that sometimes my space is paramount to my mental health
and the notion of being around anyone 24/7 is my idea of hell.
I’m not about to settle down
with your list of expectations that I’m better off without.
You know I watched my mum trapped in a marriage with three children and no power to get out,
so forgive me for having doubts
that being a wife and mother is for me,
in fact I can tell you it isn’t with absolute certainty.
I’m not spending my life doing school runs and changing nappies and cooking the tea
so if you want that type of relationship then it’s best we just leave it here,
you’ve got your boxes to tick and I simply refuse to be her,
and I think some people just want those things because they have a fear of being alone.
I might decide to build a life with someone but it’s my heart that will always be my home
because I built this bed with two hands and a dollop of pride because the instructions said I’d need four
but anything is possible.