Can’t remember the rest of the night, other than an ACE time of friendly, happy drunkardness, in an English tavern. I called ‘Loverboy’ from The Counting House, who i had kinda wrongly upset earlier. We made up…got back to giggly, giggly, lovey dovey, madly in love-ness. Bless him. He’s beautiful. Then i got dragged back in, because apparently I only had 3 more minutes to step back into the bar before something ‘really bad’ would happen. I got to the bar, drunk, and telling people i was off ‘The Bill’ and shouting ‘I’M OFF THE TELLY!!! (lovely lovely. 🙂 ) I looked infront of me…and i had a line up of 2 jager shots. (I had already done 2) and two double vodka and cokes awaiting me. We all had a line up..and i have no idea where it came from, but i certainly didn’t need it. I drank it though. We all did. I couldn’t vomitted at that point alone…But now, we bantered more…Drunk Faye came in, and then i found myself at ‘Antix.’
I woke up in Wazza’s bed the next morning, still drunk, in a full face of makeup. I could’ve puked, if i could actually move any part of my body. However, i managed to saunter downstairs, all half asleep, notice Wazza (who always sleeps downstairs if i stay over) is already stalking people on Facebook. I get a taxi home on one of the hottest days ever much, and he puts on a trilby to go and meet Bone at the ‘cuppa tea stand.‘
When i got home, i quickly wiggled, showered, did my face and changed, then met up with my baby boo ‘Loverboy’ (who is 100% the man of my dreams, I thankyou very much…) and we venture to a beer garden for a spot of lunch, beer and a whole lot of *kissy kissy.* We’re a really good couple…and like i said i’m shocked and definitely not used to being with such a good boy. He’s shocked that he’s with such a ‘Glamour puss,’…but we both looked up and claimed the dudes up above are looking after us. There you go! I’ve made him believe in God. 🙂
We had a yummy lunch, it was a beautiful day. We loved each other, talked ‘kink’…laughed at each other, i embarrassed him a little and then talked about ‘baby making.’ I’m 29. I’m ready to breed. Why not do it, with the perfect boy of ‘lover.’ On the drive home, we talked about it, with the sun shining down on us. I’ve always thought life was just for living and doing it however you so wish to and infact doing it, with a smile. ‘Loverboy’ believes that too…Yet is a very different character to me. He’s a great deal more humble, a great deal more shy…a great deal more calm and pensive. He believes that we are put on this earth to reproduce, create life, generations and keep the world a going and he can’t think of a better girl to ‘createa life’ with! (Code for: I’m hot so he wants me to have his kid.)
Now, i’ve done everything in life, that i’ve ever wanted to do..I walked many a path. A good one, bad one, a magical one, a different one. But i’ve never walked his path. A normal, traditional one…where ‘Love’ for another being is almost everything. Whilst i’ve been careering it, dancing with hotties, winking at strangers, smoozing in Hollywood, tinkering with fame, tampering with fortune, and doing the fairytale that is ‘Chrissie Wunna.’ He’s been searching for the love of his life…and i truely believe i was fated to meet him. My life has played out correctly for Me to sort of be with him. I mean, i truely never believed there was one person for everyone…until i met him. Now, when i look back on life and *flashback* on moments that have occured…it all makes sense. (And i’m not saying this from my heart of ‘hopeless romantic’ …i’m saying it because i’m actually fucking *shocked!!!* ) I can’t believe it. A month and a half ago…i would never ever of thought i would be in this position.. I’ve never been happier. This is why, you have to keep your life a rolling merrily…and expect amazing things to happy…because they do. I made this boy believe that dreams really do come true…and I Love that! I also enjoy the fact that he likes my legs at ‘Quarter to Nine.’ Hahahaha.
I went to Meadowhall with the family today and had a giant mexican. (Not the man, the food. I mean, i’ve had the man. *Wink pout*. I invented the Mexican Blow job. Did you? No…i didn’t think so!!! ) Jokes aside… my life has finally glued together perfectly…(and i really did invent the Mexican Blowjob.) I’m no longer banging into walls or being rolled in and out of heart ache. My career is bizarrely doing deliciously and well…the only people i have to thank for that…is YOU….(and Grey Goose.)
I love you, you little Demons of Daddio. *Wiggle-wink-swagger* (I love how, if the boys do the ‘Thong dance’..it’s filed under funny. But if I did it…i’d get called a ‘slag.’ )
Text to Wunna : ‘…i just put on one of my hoodies and it smells like u! It makes me want to cuddle you 🙂 xxx’