Love, Life & Deals

Woke up this morning naked in bed with ‘Loverboy’ in a hotel room, that we found in the early hours of the morning, after a night on the tiles, drinking…in the name of love and celebration. I had an really fun night. I mean freezing, but fun. He picked me up at 9pm, shirted and coated. I was boobied and little dressed in heels and well after a ‘You look beautiful’ and a smile from the old ‘Wunna,‘ he drove us to Leeds for a decent amount of wine and cocktails. We had an amazing time and faced the cold of Leeds, hand in hand and pretty much ready for a drinky. Any night where you end up naked in a hotel room…must be pretty decent.  I did tweet my ‘laid in bed’ moment this morning and got told off by @Wazza, who believes that it really must be quite odd to be with a girl, who after you have enjoyed a bit of a sexy ‘doo daa’ with, rolls herself over, grabs her pink BlackBerry and Tweets. Romance is alive. We spooned all night, like delicious, happy drunkards. It felt good. He’s loving and OMG has the hottest body…that i didn’t really even know he had! Nice surprise for a little Glamour Puss. I’m a lot more ‘girly easy’ than i thought. I mean, show me a bicep or a little bit of six pack and i’ll *swoon* and plan a wedding. I will get back to this part…*Wink pout* No need for a party in ya pants, just yet…

First let me take you back tomorrow afternoon 1pm. Okay, so during the day i was in London for a BIG meeting, concerning TV…and all that jazzy wazzy. I was in over the knee, black stockings socks, (saucy) with a wink and a hair toss. Gorgeous weather…I mean i come alive in the sun. I winked at a few excited builders, ( i do love builders..they are my favourite fans.) I waved at passerbys, (some bothered, some not.) I got hit on by the ‘Big Issue tramp,’ (who claimed to be rich in the trouser department.) I was feeling quite popular on the merry whole, happy to be back in London and enjoying the attention…when all of a sudden i looked up and realized i was, in Covent garden, standing infront of a belly dancing shop…and had no idea where i was supposed to be.

If you know me, you’ll know i have zero sense of direction. I kinda strut along and others find my way for me. I had to find ‘Box Bar’ (that i was calling ‘The Box’) for a lunch meeting, and well who knew how helpful a man at a belly dancing stand would be. I played girly and pouted and before you know it…’Man’ had sauntered his way up to help. Within 5 minutes of eyelash batting, he had BOUGHT a map of London, found out where we were, traced the correct direction to my destination and written down the step by step journey for me…and fast because i kept telling him i needed to be there already. 🙂

It took me about 10 minutes and i was posing outside The Box, ready for my meeting in Covent garden by Chicago..However, this is all AFTER…not being able to find my way there AGAIN. Yet being able to find my way to firstly ‘Stringfellows‘..(woohoo) and then The Ivy, (ofcourse.) I actually LOVE Box Bar. Very trendy, very fun, very good food and pineapple juice. I had to be there to sign a contract…a good one and for a bit of telly talk. I earlier had managed to arrive in London and accidentally LEAVE my CONTRACT on the train. I was tottering off into the distance at a platform at Kings Cross. Then 4 seconds afterward, i was running back as fast as i could, with a face of sheer panic, leaping back onto my train and trying to find my now GONE contract. (A business man actually tapped me and with a smile, handed it to Me. He must have found it and picked it up and couldn’t be arsed with hearing me throw a baby tantrum.) I enjoy how i managed to take my Heat Magazine with me, however not my flipping contract. (Welcome to Wunnaland.) I looked amazing to. My meeting went well by the way. As soon as it was done, i taxied it straight back to Kings Cross and onto a train back up north for my ‘date night.’ It’s hard being a kitty cat. 😉

Anyway, where was i? Oh yeah Leeds was amazing. We began the night in a wine bar…a lovely one. I’ve actually been in there before with a drunk burlesque dancer, one time. I can’t remember what it’s called, but he wanted us to go somewhere nice, so we didn’t waste my outfit. And well it was! Infact, ‘Loverboy’ was really really hot last night. He’s tremendously sexy and i think i tell him it far too much. Yet, whocares, i’m an open girl and it’s important to tell people they’re sexy, as much as you can. It’s good for the old confidence levels and he’s quite shy around me because he’s placed me on a rather lofty pedastal. Which i do like…ofcourse. Plus he always tells me i’m ‘beautiful‘ therefore i might aswell shower him with ‘loveliness.’ He’s earnt it and i need him to be a bit more comfortable around me.

Okay, when i tell you he’s shy, know that when he’s had a glass of wine…(he bought the bottle) he almost becomes very very open and chatty after a sip of it. I find it charming. He’ll go from all normal and quiet, to lovey dovey chatty…in a sip. LOL. Yep, we talked about everything. My weddings. Our life, families, romance and well then he asked me if i thought we should move into together. Infact, i had to tell him something really important…and i executed it brilliantly, when he was pissed. *Wiggle wink.* It actually went down well…he was just so loving, so sweet and so understanding. Like he said, ‘Nothing you tell me about yourself could ever make me not love you,’ then sort of held my hand in reassurance. He also said he didn’t mind being my next husband provided it stopped there and there were no more after…:) (Wazza claims ‘Loverboy’ should wait until i’ve at least got through 9 more marriages in that case.)

Really lovey, dovey night. Really fun. Really sweet. We then went on a drunken walk…i was actually okay this time, due to my sheer fear of not wanting to puke on another date. He got trollied. I’ve never seen him trollied. He doesn’t really change in a bad way. It’s hilarious. He just gets happy, chatty and more lovey dovey. Hahaha! Then says that he’s ‘never had feelings like this for a girl before.’ I love cocktails. (We had one especially made for us.) I enjoy watching people get drunk. It’s a beautiful process and certainly makes a change.

Anyway, long story short, we went to a few bars…i can’t for the life of me remember what they were called? But i liked them. I mean i’m the kitty queen of bar land and celebration. I can find the ‘ooh laa’ in all of them. In a way, we kinda celebrated OUR life…and i liked that. He got super trashed. 🙂 He was adorable. Then after getting thrown out of a venue due to it closing, we walked for ages, checked into a hotel and spent the night together…our first night of the sort. Without going into it…all i can say is…S.E.X.U.A.L.

If you are a girl, you’re gonna wish you were me, during that time and if you are a boy…well like he said, ‘I can’t believe i’m in bed with Chrissie Wunna.’ (And i am including my gays in that statement. As if any of you found yourself waking up to me naked…and know that that’s happened before….you probably wouldn’t believe it either.) Great night. Dark room. Then after we [put whatever you want in this space] we watched mops of tv, because it had frozen and we couldn’t seem to work any other channel. I fell asleep on his chest. We woke up spooning. We kissed all night. He’s really trying hard to make a decent impression right now…which is good. I enjoy being  impressed by anyone. And well i consider myself to be a rather impressiveness bundle of ‘winky.’

In the morning, we laid naked under thin white sheets. He had his arm around me, i stroked his chest and we talked about past relationships. We’re both open. However, now i think, that unless it’s really important, the past and the partners in it, don’t really need to be brought up. My openness gets the better of me….as does his. After chatting, laughing and a text from Wazza reading ‘Did you tell him?’ We got up, checked out, found the car and i bought him brunch. I bought him brunch because he pretty much buys everything.

I’ve been hungover much of the day (YIPPEEEE) and found myself asleep on a random arm chair, almost like a game of naked Twister. I don’t actually remember being anywhere near the arm chair…therefore how i ended up on it, confuses me? Life is amazing. My world is really coming together now. The Career is especially beginning to bloom…and i have YOU to thank for that. I love you….i do. I LOVE YOU. (Infact, i’ve had this surreal evening of amazement. A weird amount of great things keep happening to me..and i have no idea why?? I’m scoring God points or something and honnies i am NOT complaining. Woohoo!)

 Live your life…NOW