Okay, i don’t know why it’s taken me so long to get to writing this blog? I’ve been happily avoiding it, for no real reason other than a good old case of fear. However, being Chrissie Wunna, i realize that i get a case of the
‘I am scared’ for a good few moments. Then i spray myself in an obscene amount of glitter, down a shot and get to embarrassing myself for the world to read and remember for me. Woohoo!
So i had my ‘meet up’ with a ‘Handsome‘ on Friday night in Liverpool. This boy, that i’ve been keeping a bit secret, is well firstly now a man and someone i knew as a 17 year old girl. He was 17 at the time too and well at that age, i’d always go to a pub in Pontefract called the Grey Hound. He’d go with his friends too, and well at the end of the first night i met him…we made out and had sex. lol (Lovely lovely) Like i told you…he is the boy that stole my little sweet thing called ‘Virginity.’ (However, he didn’t know he had, as i completely lied, in good old Wunna style, about my sexual experience. We did talk about this and laugh about it.) Bottom line, nothing serious, we never dated when we were young at all…I just have fun kid like memories with him, in clubs, pubs, his mums house and grassy patches. I remember us running down alley ways, hand in hand, at nights, and kissing by drain pipes. Hardly the height of ‘ ooh laa,‘ but when you’re older…memories like that are hilarious!
Anyway, I get to The Marriott in Liverpool, they had the red carpet out…(Mark Byron had met me at the station and walked me there to check in. We did wine in the hotel room and had a good old chin wag, as i got ready.) The BOY…who i’m gonna name ‘ Fletch‘ had been waiting for me at the hotel bar, for two whole hours and i HAD NO IDEA he was down there. I actually feel awful about that. But all he needed to do was tell me, and i would’ve run down immediately. I was sooo excited to see him. I’m never usually that excited? Infact, i usually turn down dates, but i even trained it up to see him, when he asked me too. He honestly didn’t think i would come up. I surely must score some points? I made an effort.
Long story short. After a longish hunt and a stream of text messages, i finally met him at a pub ( i managed to be in the wrong bar the first time) called’ The Queens’ and well i walked up the stairs, looking all ‘Dolly,’ turned a corner and there he was, just sitting there infront of me, smiling and with a drink waiting for me. (Any boy that has a drink ready waiting for me, scores major points.) The good thing about it was that we IMMEDIATELY go on well. There was no awkward weirdness, no ‘umming and arring.’ We basically both (as soon as i sat down, all pretty Princess…he was in a suit *swoon* I completely loved that) began quite comfortably catching up, loving each others company, getting to re-know each other and well i was totally adoring him. We found out a lot about each other, over one drink. He bought me another and yeah…i just can’t believe how easily we got on?? I haven’t seen him since i was 17! I’m now 29!! OMG and he was gorgeous…so handsome and smart and loving and warm. He was like the epitompy of the perfect gent, like how you would want any first meet up/date thing to be. We got a couple more drinks in. Laughed a bit more around a wooden table for two, that had window, almost like a balcony where you can look over the square. (Romantic.) Then after a series of ‘what are you really like’ questions, we decided to have a little walk and find another bar.
I was already having the most magical time ever!! I ADORED him. He was MAN, but so gentle and polite. The flirty flirty began…especially after a bit of dutch courage, and as soon as we left the first pub, we ventured out into the night as happy as can be, doing a cuddly walk, arm in arm, body on body, hand in hand, as we shivered in the cold, laughed all the way and couldn’t for the life of us find anywhere? I liked that he was tactile and cuddly. I’m big on PDA’s. If i really like a boy, i LOVE them. (OMG he was sooo fitt!) We froze, we cuddled and then after not going into a pub, because it had far too many men in it, we ended up at a clubby/bar place, where they announced ‘singles night’ lol and we moved onto ‘a bit stronger’ drinks! Woohoo! (I hope he never reads this.)
I honestly had the best time ever. We were sat a table, really openning up, maybe a little too much. I couldn’t believe how comfortable we were. It’s like i had known him forever…it was turning into the most amazing first ‘ kinda‘ date. Omg! *swoon.* You don’t even know how i felt. I was on cloud 9. He could’ve slapped me and i still would’ve adored him. Gorgeously, warm spirited, positive man! The vodka was making me believe i could be with him forever and i’m a Glamour Puss, i’m never like that!!! I just felt lovey dovey around him and he was perfectly lovely back. We drank, laughed, got closer, got a wee bit more personal…we were drunk by this time and at this point it couldn’t have gonna any better for a Kitty Kat.
I then (clever me) told him that i was highly tactile, and enjoyed ‘touch.’ I always feel it’s a good thing to make sure a boy you like, knows that. He was far too polite (even when drunk) to start being touchy touchy without my permission. 🙂 I ‘green lighted’ it. As soon as i said it, he grabbed my had across the table and started massaging it and stroking it. Dreamy much. We were having the most delicious time ever…i remember sitting on his knee and rambling on about whatever i was choosing to ramble on about. (He did at one moment, peek at a group of girls who sauntered past. I don’t like that. Haha..But i guess i do it…so it’s all good in da hood. Kinda…)
We went to the bar to get in more doubles, and i don’t know what happened? He bought me my drink, i kissed him on the cheek, he kissed me back and then…after a moment, and a swig of our drinks (lol) we were facing each other, body to body, at the bar and we made out! It was slow sensual, and not messy ‘eww much.’ Best. Kiss. Ever. I don’t think i could’ve had a better smoochie. It was delicious. (Oh god, i’m making myself sound terrible. But fuck it. I loved it.) We went straight back to the hotel. *wink pout*
Not sure how, but we found my room. Number 416 it was. Really lovely room…lots of space. He looked YUMMY, sitting on my sofa all drunky, now with bits and bats of his suit off. I love it when a guy is lounging around, in pin strip trousers, a now open white shirt, tie off and his selves rolled up and his buttons undone. I think i was being annoying at this time. I can’t remember? But usually after booze i’m a dickhead. However, there was still lots of tactile ‘ooh laa’ going on. It was purrfect. He made me feel womanly and safe. I actually really like him…which is always devastating.
Anyhow, we’re both northerners, and well we get hungry after booze. Therefore i found myself calling up room service and overly politely ordering what off the menu…? Yep…Two Cumberland sausages (HAHA) with mashed potatoes and gravy, with double JD’s and coke. They were far too strong. I couldn’t even see. Room service brought the food up, we tucked in and well i couldn’t eat mine. I was drunky. Yummy though! I couldn’t believe how hot he was and he didn’t even know it. At one point i remember him laying on the bed in his clothes, with him sitting on top of him, whilst he was telling me not to call people ‘Dick heads.’ Lol. I kissed and pouted my way out of trouble.
Anyway, he was knackered and we were pissed, so after smoking cigarettes, in my no smoking room, i tucked him in, turned all the lights off and we cuddled…for a bit. Then ofcourse…we had a bit of a ‘play.‘ 🙂 It was sensual and more foreplay than anything and well we were far too drunk to commit to full blown ‘ooh laa.’ Hahaha…It ended with him doing something naughty, me doing a shocked face and screaming. Us both laughing and him cuddling me better.
We spooned all night. We’re both highly affectionate people. However, i think i’m far more emotional. He’s really good at making you feel special. Not neccessarily open, but honest. Knows how to treat a girl and well gave the impression of being a good, solid guy. I don’t know him well enough really and after quite a bit of heartbreak in life, i’m always quite cautious when it comes to men, because you never do know do you? But yeah we cuddled in white sheets romantically all night. I love a good old spoon. He smelt delicious! No man B.O at all. I liked that. I mean, i stroked his and smelt it…and even that was ‘ooh laa.’ We fell asleep in each others arms…only to wake up at maybe 3am…and 5am to drink a million glasses of bathroom tap water. We were tremendously drunk. I think i was more used to the feeling of ‘room spin’ at 5am than he was. The water did help though. Haha.
We slept some more, ( i remember a moment when he was stood in nothing but his boxers, looking at the time on his phone.) He was very conscious about what time it was, at all times. I wonder why? I never am. More spooning under sheets. We wake up at 8am. Do a bit of morning talk about us, our friends and our past. He said he felt much better…(he must’ve been sooo drunky.) Then he looked down under the sheets, at his..what should i call it? His ‘ Manhood.’ Well we were talking about a friend of ours, who i believe always ‘Punches above his weight’ when it comes to girls. Then as i was finishing my sentence he was doing a bit of ‘cheeky cheeky,’ a bit of ‘ fiddly ooh,’ under the sheets with me and his ‘manhood.’ And before you know it, he had placed me in the perfect position, ready for a round of ‘rumpy.’
It happened…he had a face like a ‘Proffessor‘ on. I remember laughing and telling him he looked like a teacher, trying to solve a mathematical equation. Hahaha. He replied with a, ‘Well it is kinda like one!’ I looked like a Doll, but naked and backwards. Infact, he kept referring to me as ‘Dolly.’ I liked that. We talked and laughed a lot through the sex part. We had to stop and go back to cuddling. He was laid on his back, and well i was laid on his side, under his arm, on his chest. He had gone quiet and quite to himself now. I looked up at him, without him knowing and i saw him in deep deep thought. He looked like he had a lot on his mind or completely stressed out. Open eyed and staring at the ceiling. I had lost him to thought. He was kinda distant.
Then we both got up…and after making a cuppa tea, having a natter and him not wanting to ‘unload’ any of his stress. I did my face. He searched the room like a savage for his boxers. I placed on my little black dress. He put his suit back on, and he made a very swift exit. I walked him out of the hotel…we actually looked quite respectable for hungover buffoons. I stood outside the revolving doors with him, as he politely gave me a peck, a face of distance and a ‘I’ll give you a shout, next time i’m in Ponty.’ I immediately said, ‘You’re never in Ponty?’ He responded with an, ‘ I’ll make the effort to be.’ However, you could tell he wanted to be out of there. I felt a bit bad actually. I don’t know what had happened? But anyway, like a trooper, i played it cool, smiled, agreed and check out of the Marriott.
On the bright side ( a side i do love to find) regardless as to whether he likes me or not, or whether he wants to see me again or not, i had a really wonderful time. A magical one. I don’t usually have that good a time, with men i just meet. I’m the Queen of making memories, a history and if i did anything, i did that. I’m really glad i went to Liverpool now. It was completely worth it. I had an amazing time. I can’t even believe it? Cupid just completely fucked with me. I don’t actually know what’s gonna happen now with the boy? I’m leaving the ball in his court. Right now, we’re keeping it casual. (I’m not good at ‘casual.’ I’m an OTT Glamour Puss. It’s kinda like wearing tracky bottoms. Am i only as good as tracky bottoms?) Eww no much? I wonder if he even had a good time? He’s not free with his information and he hasn’t text me either.. If he likes me, he will. If he doesn’t, he won’t. It’s simple. I’m not gonna press the matter. I don’t know enough about him. I’m gonna forget about it and carry on being Wunnaful. I WILL however tell you that the people of Liverpool are the friendliest people in the world ever. I’ve not met NICER people. I’m also really happy, that i got to catch up with Mark, who waited for me at the platform and took care of me, with wine. I love him. We’re were like bimbos trying to figure out how to work everything in the hotel. (I do secretly wish he would care for me, but i just know somethings not right, when a man looks like he has a lot on his mind, makes a swift exit, and wants to keep it casual. This happened to me one time before with a guy called Ryan in LA. He did the same face at Me. I later found out, that he had a girlfriend the whole entire time.) Seemingly ‘lovely’ men, can either be truely decent or just extremely good at charming women. I know a lot of them AND i am a charmer. 😉
A good new chapter to my story. Glamour Puss…OUT! x