Well. Blimus. Gosh. Yum. Now that’s what I call a good weekend!
Was pretty knackered (and poor) on Friday night so I mostly just got home and watched telly. My sleeping has gone a bit crazy again lately, back to the annoying waking up in the middle of the night and then waking up early, even at the weekend, but I s’pose I mustn’t grumble too much like.
Anyway, as fascinating as my sleep patterns are, back to the weekend. Saturday daytime was a bit “meh” to be honest. I started to worry about way too much stuff, like if I had done the right thing staying broken up from you know who, worrying about money and the future and all sorts of silly things. Sometimes a thought gets in your head and it’s impossible to shift. Still, it kind of shifted and I went out for the evening to my mate F’s for a dinner party type soiree. The evening started quite well – interesting chat, lots of nibbles and endless glasses of champagne (F earns quite a bit more than me, but is very generous) but I thought we’d be eating proper food, but it was more like deli stuff, and of course I’d barely eaten all day, and once I start drinking, the hunger get less, weirdly so I didn’t each much. Result? Me suddenly being amazingly pissed and having to stagger home very quickly.
When I got in I *think* I tried to watch TV but that obviously didn’t work so I staggered about getting into bed. I remember the room moving loads, and at one stage I decided to sleep by my window…got back into bed proper and tried to stop it moving. I thought I’d been sick but when I woke up there didn’t appear to be any evidence that I had and my mouth felt ok, so I thought I’d imagined it. Nope. I soon found a bin that was full of really, really vile smelling bile and vom. Yuck! Disposed of that quickly and then went for a walk round Brockwell Park to try and clear my head. Which sort of worked. Sat on the sofa for a couple of hours and then decided to do some ironing and crack on with tidying up. I forgot to mention the practically booty call texts I was sending Kenickie didn’t I, oh, and the parking ticket I seemed to pick up from somewhere.
Being a bit paranoid that I had scared off Kenickie I quickly firmed up our date for teatime. And woo hoo! He was still keen! I fixed myself up pretty good, even if I do say so myself. My hair and slap was looking ace and took myself off to Clapham. Sadly I did that thing I do when I’m all nervous and got all sweaty around the face which probably spoilt the effect somewhat, but hey ho. We had a couple of hours of drinking and flirting but was desperate for more of those delicious kisses, so off I went and got me some. And good lord, those kisses are good! Of course, I’m going to have to check those kisses when I’m sober…*ahem* Things rapidly went down the heavy petting, much to the entertainment of other people in the bar. And then we decided to go back to mine…everything I have heard about younger men is so right – so full of energy, so eager to please, so well, yummy! I’ve never been overly fussed by skinny boys but then maybe I’ve been wrong about that too – I reckon I just feel even lardier in front of a skinny torso but I wasn’t too nervous about getting naked with Kenickie. It helped immensely that he was saying thing like how sexy I was, and how into me he was, and how he thought I was foxier than my bezzie mate, and that if he wasn’t attracted to me, then he wouldn’t be there…so all in all, it was good, good, good. We practically did everything but f**k but if he as good with his willy as he is with other parts of his body, then I’m in for a treat. Hurrah! He left at about 1am this morning so I’m a bit tired and over hung today but it was totally worth it…
Am having a good day at work too. Haven’t managed to achieve much but my boss called me into his office today and wanted to know if I’d be interested in a secondment and possible promotion opportunity which I am totally interested in. Would be a change of scene from a team that are mostly annoying me these days, a new challenge and hopefully more cash money. Here’s hoping something comes of it…
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. It’s ace being me at the moment!
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