Okay my Pretty petals of perfection. Last night Loverboy and I did dinner at La Tasca in Leeds. We do a lot of eating out, because food can be sooo sexy much, it turns us both on greatly and well he’d never had tapas before, therefore s La Tasca was graced with our drunken presence. All i’m gonna say is just because something is little, it doesn’t mean it’s not lethal. Look at me, i’m delicious, dainty, but dangerous. Tapas is tiny, but i don’t think i have ever felt fuller. I strutted in all hair tossy, pouty and in a tight peach dress. I was the ULTIMATE puss of Glamour, big hair, big boobs, big attitude, big heels. I strutted out, like i had eaten all the pies in Yorkshire, half of
Spain, and maybe even Pablo, the waiter. Infact, i walked out drunk, and likei had probably even munched on the clay pots that my food was served to me on.
Loverboy and I had the most wonderful time. We are so close, and ever so romantic right now, it’s purrfect. Add fun to that equation, wine, and cocktails, great bodies and plain old love and you have what i like to call ‘magic.’ He’s really expressive, therefore alongside his jokes (he does drunk uncle at Christmas jokes and voices) he will spend the evening looking into my eyes, after a mouthful of tapas, telling me i’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, kiss me infront of everyone and tell me that he’s madly in love with me. He’s never ever played an awkward ‘game’ of love with me. Loverboy, is every glamour pusses perfect man. I’ve never felt so loved and adored. Then after lots of laughter, we got drunk on red red wine and spanish beer…started being too terrified to ask the waiter for the bill, and well Pete’s eyes were no longer on the tapas and all about tapping MY ass. (The night before we had had GREAT ‘rumpy’ in the car, after late night drinks of apple vodka. Again a really lovey dovey night, one that would make me love him forever…he’s so affectionate and says he’s never felt this way about a girl. He looked delicious and well when we go out, we get a lot of attention, but i love how we both don’t seem to care because we’re too busy in our own little love bubble of funnage.
But yeah…we had horny horny ‘hanky panky’ in the back of the car. The kind where the boy gets treated a whole delicious lot! We were completely naked, getting up to all sorts of sexy pokery..but afterward, i remember us being sat in the back seat, talking about life…naked, and happy and like we were fully clothed. Loverboy claims i bring out the *naughty* in him, the *free*..but i’m noticing that he’s not so different to me afterall. HAHA! He’s definitely got the minx in him and i LIKE IT! Anway, he got out of the car in nothing but his socks, in the open air and pee’d as lorries drove by! He always manages to do something random at the end of the night! Last night, we stopped on the side of the road, on our way back from Leeds and took an hour and a half random nap, at 1am, before returning to Life. Haha…love it.
But yeah, we did dinner at La Tasca..great date spot, then after aimlessy wondering the streets, teasing each other and talking to old men who don’t know where cash machines are…we ended up at ‘ Henry’s’ (a cockatil bar) that do 50% off all drinks on weekdays. We bought a bottle of wine…cuddled up, and had the funniest time ever, and banter, love, kisses and nonsense! I think we talked about politicians, prostitutes, racists and living together. OMG, the wine was really strong, it was a good one…but OMG i was getting room spin mid-sip. (We drank the whole thing…we do.) Then i remember tottering to the toilets, all glamour pussy, and drunky with ‘Loverboy’ following me, doing his naughty school boy face at my bum. He does it to make me laugh…i do life, to make me laugh.
We’re really coming together as a couple now…a strong. There’s big time love there…and well i love a delicious, romantic, fun man. He’s so good to me…i can’t even believe my luck. Last night over wine, he looked at me paused and said, ‘I just think we’re meant to be. You’re the one.’ I mean, i feel honoured and thankful. I mean thank fuck someone actually wants to do life with me and all that pokery. I thought i’d have to fall down gutters, in diamonds alone…but NO! What i’m meaning to say is it’s usually hard enough to get a ‘Handsome’ you adore, to commit to you even a little…let alone all of this! Don’t sell yourself short kittens. Hold out for your hero. Be you…and he’ll find you. Pete loves me being a Glamour puss. He’s into the big hair, the make-uped face, the Dolly walk, the wiggle and the wink. I like that! I’ve spent my whole life having to change who i am to fit a boys check list. Not now! I can be ME and work ‘it’…and have a gent look at me like there’s not a single girl on this earth that i can’t blow out of the water with a simple hair toss! (OMG, i totally achieved a trout pout the other night, without having to trout my pout. I have good lips. With gloss..they are dangerous!)
Now, i’ve told you we’ve been dining everywhere, so i’ll tell you a couple other places we’ve been wiggling to! On the crazy hot days, we shopped for clothes, pouted then had cocktails, lunch, beer and champagne at the Ha ha bar, outside on the patio, in Millenium square, in Leeds! I catch the sun like herpes…easily. Whoopeee! We had a lovely day. I love champagne saturday treats! You should too! Be warned that bubbles & sun make you so pissed you can’t see. The food was okay there…not amazing. Yet i loved my strawberry daquiri!
Then when the heat died down, we hand in hand wondered the streets of Leeds and decided to go to Jamie Olivers restuarant..OMG best food ever! We had wine, and joygasms..all the way through it. I ordered the veal, he ordered the tagietelle truffle thing..and it was quite possibly the most divine thing i have EVER put into my mouth. All fresh, all yummy, perfect place for any doll that loves food, and our current new favourite place to dine! Before i start every meal, i always give Pete my first bite out of love and respect. (Don’t know why i told you that…but i think it’s sexy!) We love Jamies!!!
One of the other nights, after meetings, works, Pete feeling ill and i can’t at all remember, because so much has happened…we dined at that delicious, bar grill, restuarant, near the train station. Posh, lovely and divine. We shared winks and steak. Fabulous place for any drunk socialite! I was wasted, but luckily everyone expects me to be. I tottered in with my ‘handsome.’ The host was a fun, chipper, loved his job gay…he just looked at me, smiled, told me he loved me and found us seating whilst laughing. We had to sit in the extra seating table…which is actually delightful. Unfortunately, i thought she said the ‘ecstacy’ table…so like a drunken bimbo, i DEMANDED, to know what that was. It didn’t exist. My ears obviously packed in working, at some point. I’m falling to pieces. Eww much! As long as i always have my boobs and my heels..i’ll be just fine. Who needs to hear! No-one with this rack 🙂 Food was amazing there!
I’m not sure how we’ve fitted so much in, but we’ve also had two hotel nights, raunchy ones..that i love. Our sex life is amazing. We’re the best each others had. Lucky really. I hate frigid handsomes..it’s pointless! Like it would be pointless if i was frigid right? Think about it. make the right decisions..work your ‘ooh laa.’ Get your ‘tease me baby’ on!
But anyway, we also did ‘Aaagra.’ (I know right, we’ve done everything! Pete loves that about me. He always says that he likes the fact that when he mentions wanting to dine somewhere or do drinks, i will 100% be there. It’s the benefits of dating a socialite. I like to experience life! I do it fabulously.) Okay right… Now, i adore Aaagra (getting back to it all) and always get the lamb korma. It was late, romantic, we we’re all posh and lovely. The staff we’re delightful. We ate, drank, cuddled..he got treated like a king in there, and i got McDrunky. Great night. I remember being awfully loud…everyone was glaring at us. (I am an attention whore…but my voice has a mind of it’s own.) I also remember, signing Pete up for a marathon, walking to the car laughing, and hearing a club banging out it’s music on a Sunday…and an appartment..banging out the Grease megamix! We sang all the way home, and i learnt that Loverboy can actually play the drums. Luckily my chest is like bongos! I’m IN!!
I got diahorrea after my korma, so do becareful. I had the runs, the awful runs and had to be at an agency meeting the mext morning! I WILL tell you that the way to ANY mans heart is definitely through his stomach. Eating can be erotic…now the boy is full he wants to marry me and everything. Learn from me bitches!
I’ll have to catch you up later…because i’m being told i’m going out to dinner with my family tonight apparently. I must groom. Love you. *Wink*