Met up with an old mate of mine last Thursday. I went to college with him and it was a bit of a running joke that he'd gone out with 2 of my then boyfriend's exes and that he'd have me one day. He's been working in my town last week so we went for a drink when he'd finished to have a bit of a catchup. Within about 30 seconds of him sitting down with me I was laughing so hard I nearly cried and was feeling like the sexiest woman in the bar. Damn that man's good.
Arranged to meet up and watch the rugby on Saturday and I said he could sleep at mine so he could drink. At this point I'm fully intending to behave myself, he had a bit of a reputation at college. He's attractive and very aware of it. But all the same, a few flirty text messages go back and forth.
So Saturday comes, I'm trying to get the whole crowd out and the only taker is my housemate, Gemsy. Now, Gemsy is the lovelyest person you could ever hope to meet, but she is, by her own admission, crap at talking to people she doesn't know. We're in the pub, I realise I forgot to go to the cash machine and head off down the road trying to be as quick as possible because Gemsy's gonna be feeling awkward talking to Alex. The cash machine won't give me any bastard money so I get back, they're sat there laughing away like they've known each other for ages. Turns out they vaugly remember each other from college. They both agree to pay for me "If we're drinking, you're dinking" in Alex's words. I make a sarky "You trying to get me pissed so you can take advantage" comment and he just smiles. Right, I may have pulled here.
We loose at the rugby, we're all rather merry and laughing away, discussing disasters with the opposite (and same) sex, the things we got up to at college and the possibility of kidnapping Johnny Depp from Lymington and head off to see a band. Got bored waiting for said band to come on and go to the Dungeon.
gets to about 1 am, we're all hammered, I'm sitting on Alex due to lack of chairs, He's insisted on paying for us all to get in, buying loads of drinks, I'm questioning my ability to walk and Gemsy starts asking me questions to work out if I'm still capeable of making a sensible decision.
I ask her why and she said "out of all the blokes who you've nearly / or pulled in the last 2 years, he's the only one who's not a twat. He's funny, he doesn't take himself seriously, he likes you, he talks to me, he likes the dog. Do it". Me "but..what..no..it's...no...he's proving a point" Gemsy "don't be a prick, do it" this coming from the person who's usually yelling "what are you doing, he's a minmong!" at me.
Got home about 2.30 lounged around, ate toast then went to bed. And yeah, we did. And it was soooooooo good!
Gemsy left to see her mum the next day before we surfaced and rang me at lunchtime "Is he still there?" "No, gone to do mothers day stuff" "did you, you know, eiheih?" "Yes" then I get deafened by her cheering. "are you gonna see each other again?" Yeah, of course, just probably not in the way she or I am hoping for.
Thing is, thursday night, when it was just me & Alex, we were discussing sex and relationships and I was on a bit of a "waste of fucking time, the minute you fall for someone you're fucked, just shag 'em & leave" rant. Basically, because every man in the last 2 years has made me feel like I can't be really, really me. There was none of that with him. We hadn't seen each other in 4 years, we knew we got on then but a lot changes in that time. I just didn't feel the need to pretend, or leave out anything, or exaggerate stuff. But I get the distinct impression that a relationship is well and truely not on the cards. Which is a fucker. He's that perfect balance between being funny, friendly, a bit cocky, ruthlessly honest and increadably silly that I love in men. But nevermind, I'll try my luck at his birthday.
Arranged to meet up and watch the rugby on Saturday and I said he could sleep at mine so he could drink. At this point I'm fully intending to behave myself, he had a bit of a reputation at college. He's attractive and very aware of it. But all the same, a few flirty text messages go back and forth.
So Saturday comes, I'm trying to get the whole crowd out and the only taker is my housemate, Gemsy. Now, Gemsy is the lovelyest person you could ever hope to meet, but she is, by her own admission, crap at talking to people she doesn't know. We're in the pub, I realise I forgot to go to the cash machine and head off down the road trying to be as quick as possible because Gemsy's gonna be feeling awkward talking to Alex. The cash machine won't give me any bastard money so I get back, they're sat there laughing away like they've known each other for ages. Turns out they vaugly remember each other from college. They both agree to pay for me "If we're drinking, you're dinking" in Alex's words. I make a sarky "You trying to get me pissed so you can take advantage" comment and he just smiles. Right, I may have pulled here.
We loose at the rugby, we're all rather merry and laughing away, discussing disasters with the opposite (and same) sex, the things we got up to at college and the possibility of kidnapping Johnny Depp from Lymington and head off to see a band. Got bored waiting for said band to come on and go to the Dungeon.
gets to about 1 am, we're all hammered, I'm sitting on Alex due to lack of chairs, He's insisted on paying for us all to get in, buying loads of drinks, I'm questioning my ability to walk and Gemsy starts asking me questions to work out if I'm still capeable of making a sensible decision.
I ask her why and she said "out of all the blokes who you've nearly / or pulled in the last 2 years, he's the only one who's not a twat. He's funny, he doesn't take himself seriously, he likes you, he talks to me, he likes the dog. Do it". Me "but..what..no..it's...no...he's proving a point" Gemsy "don't be a prick, do it" this coming from the person who's usually yelling "what are you doing, he's a minmong!" at me.
Got home about 2.30 lounged around, ate toast then went to bed. And yeah, we did. And it was soooooooo good!
Gemsy left to see her mum the next day before we surfaced and rang me at lunchtime "Is he still there?" "No, gone to do mothers day stuff" "did you, you know, eiheih?" "Yes" then I get deafened by her cheering. "are you gonna see each other again?" Yeah, of course, just probably not in the way she or I am hoping for.
Thing is, thursday night, when it was just me & Alex, we were discussing sex and relationships and I was on a bit of a "waste of fucking time, the minute you fall for someone you're fucked, just shag 'em & leave" rant. Basically, because every man in the last 2 years has made me feel like I can't be really, really me. There was none of that with him. We hadn't seen each other in 4 years, we knew we got on then but a lot changes in that time. I just didn't feel the need to pretend, or leave out anything, or exaggerate stuff. But I get the distinct impression that a relationship is well and truely not on the cards. Which is a fucker. He's that perfect balance between being funny, friendly, a bit cocky, ruthlessly honest and increadably silly that I love in men. But nevermind, I'll try my luck at his birthday.