You know you’ve had an amazing night, when you’re on a dark dirt track, at 3am, in a blue car, convincing a ‘Handsome’ that it’s probably best that refrained from driving home in nothing but his pants! Last night,
‘Loverboy’ and I did drinks. We’ve got quite good at the doing of drinks. Well i’ve always been good at the doing of drinks. I mean I’m the Queen of cocktail. *shimmie much.* However, he’s now learning the ways of The ‘rather delicious’ Wunna and in return He is teaching me this random thing called , ‘stability.’ I’ve never had a boy be so good to me before, without fearing me so much that an immediate ‘ show’ or a ‘front’ as i call it, comes to surface, in a moment of panic much. When i date any boy, i meet their ‘front’ and the ‘pretend’ version of their merry self, before i actually meet them. Right from the initial ‘ eye contact’ of ‘ooh,’ men never seem to feel comfortable around me. I make them nervous. But that’s the way i like it. *Wink, giggle.* It makes cocktailing in bars far more exciting for a Glamour Pussy Galoreness. So yeah, Pete’s teaching me the art of ‘wholeness, calm and normality’ and i’m teaching him the art of ‘fun, cocktail umbrellas, and oooh la laaa.’ We actually have a ‘fairytale’ kind of love. I’ve never felt so content. He says i’ve turned his world a handsome shade of ‘Pink.’ Aww…
Long (jiggery) story (pokery)short, we went for drinks last night. Wine was our poison. He picked me up, all smiles and a great deal more confident than ever. I over dressed. I do that quite frequently. I’ve been like that all my life. It’s never gonna change. I’ll go to the supermarket, looking like i’m about to win a ‘Grammy.’ I went for the Ultimate Glamour Puss lookage. Tight peach dress…lady like, simple, but suggestive. I was heeled, eyelashed, groomed, tanned, hair did, nails painted, smiley and well i took my curves. Boys love the curves. ‘Loverboy’ loves a curvey girl. I do seem to always end up with ‘ Handsomes’ who enjoy a bit of ‘bumpage’ on a chica. Which pretty much just makes me end up being fat. *Loosens Corset.* I’m full of over the top shenanigans. If you want curves…you’ll get them and with a side of ‘seduction.’ I love how we were going for a quiet drink of ‘celebration,’ and i was diamonded up, like a floozey needing to make her rent. *Wink* (He thinks i try and out do him, but i don’t…i’m just naturally fabulous. I do however enjoy that the initial thing that comes out of ‘Loverboy’s’ mouth in the moment that he first sees me, is a compliment. Boys always forget to tell the object of their affection that they’re beautiful. This boy is utterly romantic. It really does serve him well. He’s brought a *soft*out in me. (Direct eyes to above picture.) A side that had previously been buried in a pool of grey goose and glitter.)
Anyway, we went for a drink. We wined and talked and let random children run around us and play hide and seek, in places that i felt were inferior ‘hidey’ spots. I mean in my world, if you’re going to hide, you’re buying a plane ticket and flying to another country. As i child, i hated that game. I’m not one to want to be hovering in a shadowed corner, for any count of ten. I prefer to be seen and by everyone!!!! I’m also rubbish at finding people, because if i don’t immediately find them, i get bored and just leave them. *strut-strut-fans herself*
We had a lovely time, got sauced up…a night of learning a GREAT DEAL more about each other . There was quite an awkward amount of talking about exes. Not really healthy that is it? Yet we survived, kissed, then got kicked out the pub because it was closing. I hate the ‘kick out’ because my party stamina is almost champion like! It’s rather royal. But at least they let us buy a bottle to take home with us. They’re use to us now. I think they have it on the ready. (Ooh i’ve just noticed that i have navy blue/grey nails. I likey. How sexual of me.)
Anyway, we went on what seemed like a looong ass night time drive. Talked, sang along to ‘Boom Boom Pow’ and that Justin Timberlake ‘Carry out’ song. We ended up down a odd amount of dark muddy tracks, like weird perverts. Neither of us knew where we were. I just remember bobbing down every time, a car came by. We actually joked about being perverts, like those ‘eww’ much ‘beings’ who have ‘rumpy’ in parking lots. (I have actually done that, but i did it in LA, on Sunset which obviously makes it far more Glamourous.)
Yeah funny that we’d joke…because 20 minutes later we were outside the home of my parents, at 3am, in the dark on the drive, committing to ‘hanky panky.’ I’m not into what went on…because i do have to keep something ‘delicious’ all for my ownsome. Yet like i said, anytime one party is half naked and the other party is FULLY naked. (I don’t know why i find it funny that one of us was COMPLETELY starkers, on a dirt track??) And the words, ‘Mama loves you,’ are uttered repeatedly, and a parts of pushed backwards chairs are being broken, to the point where a decent hour of fun ends, with ‘Loverboy’ sat in the drivers seat, in nothing but boxers, and maybe his socks…demanding that he was going to drive home like that, because he simply couldn’t be arsed to put his clothes back on, due to a head rush. LMFAO!!! Whenever he drinks, he gets a cute head rush. Whenever i drink, i just look normal. Therefore the night ended with him ‘woozing’ around, wanting to drive naked and me re-applying my lipgloss, as though it was another normal Thursday night, *hair tossing,* then tottering off, with a wine bottle in my hand, (no wait…i think i left it in the car,) and going inside, and rather happily to bed.
When i’m out and about, i never feel drunk. As soon, as i take a step indoors, it hits me and i tragically stumble around my house, hitting into walls, pets, fridges..midgets and pass-out fully clothed and still in my makeup.
Today, has been a gorgeous day. How lovely was the sun! I had romantic lunch, a moment in a car wash, a dash of boy drama, (which i hate….i don’t enjoy boys who make my life dramatic) and then after a moment of manipulation and big decisions, oh and a Zinger burger…(I love KFC) I found myself back home, after our fit garderner had left, deleting people from my facebook page and blocking people on Twitter, who are evil to Me. I thought i’d find it hard, but it actually ended up being quite fun. LMAO. I was meant to delete a couple…i ended up deleting 100. Oops! Haha. It was kinda cleansing. I felt like Buddha. *Wiggle wink.*
Completely, loving life right now…. However, i do have a secret.