Weeelll hello my cherrified dolls of deliciousness! Okay, i’ve finally had time to play
‘catch up’ after a day of constant, ‘Chrissie can you….?’ I label these days with such a phrase, because they are the days where in which my eyes slowly peel open, to welcome in a whole new 24 hours and from that moment, my time is scheduled out to worthy and unworthy suitors, companies and friends. Everyone today has needed a piece of me, a moment of my attention. It’s been a Wunna tug of war! I always get mildly terrifed on these days, as the phonecalls, meetings, friends and work load decides to crumbles on in on me. I’m a Glamour Puss. I can’t work stressed, so with a *fuck it* and a *smile* I playfully peeped around corners, quickly grabbed my black clutch, threw on a fur, and in the best heels known to mankind. I started to do a runner out the door and up a dirt track. I tottered as fast as my little perfectly toned, kitty legs could totter. (Which i’ll have you know is a slow, graceful, and rather seductive *swagger.*) Then i ruined my life, by DROPPING my hand bag, and letting it’s entire contents empty out into a big brown, dirt tracky puddle. You have never heard a girl swear more!!
At the end of my dirt track was Loverboy (aka ‘Pete’) in his B
SM Fiat. I *pouted-posed* then waved at a random lady who probably thought i was a close relation to any Kimora Lee reject, and well i leapt into the car, and headed off into the country roads for a carvery. (Everyone loves a carvery.) I had mine with a glass of red, my handsome boy of ‘lover lover’ and with a *cheeky cheeky* in my eye. We had a great time, after a rather hidieous night, of car door slamming and yelling.
Yesterday, we had a lovely lunch at Frankie & Benny’s (cheap and cheerful) with a side of double double Malibu. I got the Penne Alfredo, my favourite type of pasta (I love anything creamy and carbonara-like.) We loved, laughed, bantered. I wore Loverboy’s favourite dress. (It’s tiny, knitted, woolly and baby pink. The the joys of this dress is that it comes with a perfectly place thick black belt..which makes my *jubbly-wubblies* look massive!)
Pete’s a simple boy, a good, kind, sensitive ‘Himbo.’ He enjoys a good bit of boobie and bum bum on a Glamour Puss. Therefore, my dress selection, stole his heart. Great afternoon! Mediocre food. Lots of kisses, wine, laughter and deliciousness. I’m full of public displays of affection. I think it’s wonderful to show the world you can love freely, openly and boldly. We both are that way inclined. Then when our ‘brownie to share’ arrived at our table, we had a tiny blond four year old girl, peeking over her booth at us and winking. (Her Mother dragged her out crying.) I downed my wine and we went shopping!! When we shop i never buy anything. I can’t purchase when i’m with someone, i feel all embarassed. My shopping time is personal, magical, and ‘oooh laa-mami.’ I like to do it alone.
Pete bought most stores out of tight t-shirts, hats, accesories and other ‘look at how trendy i am’ items. He also liked a pair of golden basket ball boots…that were for women. (Here we go again..lol.) We hurried home to watch the Big Brother entrants. My Pink Black berry ringing constantly all of the merry time. We cuddled on the reclining chair to watch a bit of telly. Ate a delicious Irish/mediterraen casserole, made by his Father. Then we drank champagne…and the jiggery pokery began!
We fought like the most evil, jealous monkies, known to mankind. OMG! We have never been that evil to one another and yeah it’s funny now we’ve made up over a carvery, but at the time…it was awful. Why did we fight? ( I hear you cry!) All because I said that I would sleep with Big Brother, John-James! (LOL.) Pete got jealous and started naming a chick he’d sleep with ( that ended up being my friend.) I got more angry and therefore went to town on how inadequate he was in life. He then switches the channel to naked girls, laid on their backs, feeling themselves up and does faces like he wants them. I now feel challenged and we bicker banter and commit to saying the most evil things to one another.
All i’m gonna say is there were sex bans, hands in faces, Him making fun of my ‘Fame,’ Me making fun of the way he looked, stressed out cigarettes by a koi pond, more and more verbal poking. Then finally a *look* and an ‘I think i’m gonna do a cry.’ What we learnt from this moment wasted on pointless bicker, was to NEVER challenge me. You will lose. What we also learnt was that Loverboy does actually love me, truely, deeply. It was him who cried next to me on the recliner. When i asked him why? (In a half-mean voice.) He said, ‘…because i don’t want to lose you.’
At this point you’d think, we’d kiss & make up. Oh NO. I carried it on! It went to the ends of the earth and back, to teh point where i’m thinking he was disrespectful. I’m calling him *FAKE* and i’m storming out his house, whilst trying to force my coat on.
I demanded he drive me home. He reluctantly did. Pete’s more for making up, than breaking up. He drove slowly up a quiet lit road, through Ackworth, for a good five minutes. We were silent. It finally all got a bit much for him and he pulled over and cried…big time. We tried to talk it out, but i couldn’t without being angry. I just needed him to learn a lesson. I do this, so people learn me, and learn how to treat me. All i kept saying was that if he couldn’t take what he dished out, then he shouldn’t bother! I’m not the person to ‘play’ that game with. I’ll wiggle and wipe the floor with yo’ ass. More crying occured. (Not by me.) Then he asked me for a cigarette. I refused (in a child-like manner) to give him anything of mine. I looked at him and firmly, then stated ‘Just. Take. Me. Home.’
Yep, that pissed him off, and he got super dooper angry, because i refused to listen to him. He drove off in an eratically, angry and shouting ‘For fucks sake!!!’ I’ve never seen him angry before. He tends to hold it in. We get to mine. He expects that i’m going to talk to him, apologise and make up. Yet we park, i swing the door open, i give him daggers and with a *hair toss* i storm out of his car and make sure i *slam* his door. He drove off in one scon flat aggressively. I strutted upstairs and went to sleep.
This morning, i called him at 10am, to tell him that i was sorry and that i love him. He *smiled* down the phone, and filled up with happiness. Infact, he apologized by blaming it on the champers. We then ventured off to a carvery lunch, of beef, potatoes, wine, kisses and shopping. We’re now closer than ever…and i love him. We laugh at how we get into bickers over the tiniest things due to jealously and our bratty behaviour. (We’re both spolit bratts!) But we’re happliy welcoming our fourth month of togetherness and doing really well.
I woke up this morning to a workman falling through my roof. It was like a circus of insanity. Now, although i’m filing it under: ‘God was trying to gift me with guys,’ i will tell you,that it’s not actually a fun way to begin your Thursday. No matter how much of a floozey you are! (I enjoy how he fell through his own shoddy craftsmanship!!) I have no bathroom, i want it back NOW!