Who has more fun?
Last night for the first time in absolutely ages I put on my dancing shoes and headed into town.
In fact this was to be my first big night out as a red head...
As I entered the club I noticed the most beautiful man on the dance
floor. About 6ft 2 with dark hair and huge blue eyes, all the hens I
was with swooned nad swooned... I looked at him in awe as I headed over
to the dance floor... He walked straight over to me and whispered
something in my ear... and of course he was Irish.
'I can't play tonight' I explained. 'It's my friends hen night and its all about her having a good time, not me'.
'Ahhh girl - no problem - I think we can manage both' he winked.
So, he sat me on a step, stopped the whole club dancing and (to the
delight of my hens) arranged a giant game of spin the bottle*.
Eventually it was his turn to spin... and he picked up the bottle,
walked straight over to me... took my hand and said 'Now, seriously
girl. I really need to talk to you outside'.
But we didn't really talk.
Later, I had to return to my hen party and so I sent him on his way...
It's kind of good to see that magic can still happen - even though I'm
so terribly old ;o)
Ahhh.... still... they go... and they come.
* All facts in this piece were actually true when going to press
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(3.5.05 09:09) you lucky lucky bunny. |
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(3.5.05 09:54) How do you do that? I mean, seriously, you have this ability to bewitch that leaves me open mouthed in awe. |
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(3.5.05 10:22) Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. |
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(3.5.05 11:30) Classic, good going for both you and the lucky guy! |
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(3.5.05 12:01) Ah but Maisy... will I still have the ability in 10 years when I am tired and alone, dressed in tweed... marking history books until midnight and then when I die there will be no-one to find me and only a couple of cats to slowly eat my face. Still... in the short term it was fucking wicked! |