Bloody hell. I've just read last night's (or should I say this morning's) entry. Jesus. Had no idea I was full of such...... oh my god, I don't even know the word! Blimey. Kind of weirdly impressed that I was able to type not only so much but with only a few spelling mistakes whilst being so well and truly out of my tree. Ah well, they say everyone has a hidden talent, guess I've discovered mine!
Last night was OK. Arrived about 8 oclock - the place was full of kids about 14-19 and adults from 50 upwards. Needless to say, found it quite awkward to figure out who to stand with or talk to. I knew some of Shaun's mates, but since they were hanging around all the "pretty" (ie: wearing INCREDULOUS amounts of eye make-up) girls and trying to get laid, it wasn't that much fun chatting to them, really. Ah well, proceeded to get ridiculously drunk anyway. Had to calm Mum down every one of the 19 times she started crying - at the prospect of Shaun leaving, when he and James brought her (and James' mum) some flowers and chocolates, when a Leona Lewis song came on in the car on the way home, when the Chinese flying lanterns she'd bought were released...... (Although, in all fairness, I think she was crying cos she'd paid £15 for those useless bastards and they failed to launch)
Anyway, not much to be told about the evening really. Got stupidly excited when Shaun's mate Dan flirted with me - even though he's 19 and flirts with anything that isn't man, child, or animal. A lot of people complimented my outfit - a black and beige flower-patterned silky dress, leggins, multiple black and brown accesories, my new killer boots and a Cheryl Cole-esque gold thread headband in my hair. Oh, and contact lenses. I know, I'm such a sucker for dressing up.
Well, after much dancing and arranging to meet Dan in a few weeks to show him "where the best drinking places are" (he's at uni in Liverpool) we left. I'm pretty sure you can deduce from my last entry what happened when I got home - basically I couldn't get to sleep at all, so went on the laptop to try and tire myself out. Which it didn't, I just sat there with my body going into extreme spasms every now and then, which was pretty damn scary.
Ended up ranting about a few things, it would seem. Things I've half been ignoring, half been pondering for quite a while. Maybe I'm exagerrating, maybe I'm being melodramatic, maybe being drunk just made it all worse. I guess I'm just going to sit it out and see what happens, and deal with it when (if) it does. Oh and on a side note..... Lisa: Thank You.
Onto happier topics, also ended up having a very long, very frank Facebook-chat conversation with David, who you may or may not remember as being my "rebound" (as vulgar as it sounds) shag after Aaron. The second (and loveliest) guy I ever slept with. Who you may also remember as being extremely good. (I certainly do).
Conversation basically went as follows:
- In my pissed state I decided to say a friendly hello, he responds, and we're off. Nattering about nothing. We discuss Liverpool, our course, what's been happening since I left, and mutual disdain for one of the lecturers, who apparently he recently challenged in front of the whole class. Sweet.
- I ask how he is. His reply: "To be honest, horny as fuck." Naturally, reminiscing begins. He reveals I was the last person he slept with, which, for some reason, made me smile (On a side note, it's been 8 months since he had sex?? Gosh. He must have balls the size of pumpkins)
- Out of nowhere, he starts telling me exactly what I was doing wrong last time we had sex, how me talking all the way through was slightly off-putting (as it didn't exactly suggest I was in the moment), as was fore-warning him about my odd boobs and alcohol-breath. I launch a blistering counter-attack about how it was because I was not only wasted, but also nervous, being that he was the first guy I was sleeping with since Aaron.
- He reveals that he knew I was nervous, and always had an inkling that I kinda liked him, as I used to sometimes fluff my words and go red around him. (*Groan*) But then he said that I was "adorable," funny, and really lovely to wake up next to. And that he was really comfortable around me, which he finds rare in a woman. Aaaaw. Then he starts telling me how I'm attractive, lovely, have "great tits" etc... etc.... and that I shouldn't put myself down, because men would be lucky to have me. God knows what brought on all this therapy.... I must've REALLY left a bad impression last time (*smacks head*) So I tell a massive lie and say I'm completely over being insecure, and don't do that anymore.
- Somehow, I reassure him that my constant nattering was NOT because I was having a bad time. We reminisce some more, and out of nowhere, he brings up exactly what he would do to me if I was there - I reciprocate, and suddenly we're having cyber-sex. Quite difficult, as I really have NO idea exactly how you're supposed to word those things. David obviously does, he writes in a way that put erotic novelists to shame, and made me start shaking everywhere (although that COULD have been the cider-spasms I was experiencing) Will obviously not go into details, but lets just say I've been getting all tingly whenever I've remembered his words - almost a DAY later. Tasty.
- He asks if I've ever had a threesome - I tell him about the two lads. He reveals how he's always wanted one with 2 women, and recommends a friend. I stipulate that she must NOT be thinner than me before I will think about it. So he starts planning exactly how we'd meet up, what would happen, and he's off again. I have to say, it did all sound quite exciting!
- We keep saying it's late and we need to go to bed, but continue talking anyway. He tells me there may be a house party at his coming up, which I'm very welcome to attend. And before I can even cackle with glee at such a thinly-veiled subtext, he comes out with "And after, maybe we could have sex just for the nostalgia factor". Well, at least he's honest. Maybe I should try and withhold, just to see him squirm....... "Accidentally" get into his bed in my underwear, but then; "Oh no, I can't sorry, I've just got a BITCH of a headache!" Having said that, the urgency he was talking with, I'm fairly sure he wouldn't even stop to listen before pushing me onto my back, haha.
- He asks me if I still have the same number as last year, because if not, he's in trouble. What could he mean? This becomes clear as I switch on my phone and receive a photo. Sweet baby Moses and all the saints. I'd forgotten how magnificent it was. It is literally the perfect cock. Being a lady, I reciprocate with my left boob (what an odd sentence!). Slightly sticky moment when Dad pokes his head in on the way to the loo - to see me sat at my laptop, clutching my PJ top together. I'm fairly sure it didn't register in his brain what was going on. I really hope not, anyway......
- We talk even more, and eventually decide to go to sleep - after I look at the clock and nearly have a seizure at discovering that it's half 6 IN THE MORNING. Not before he tells me how much he wishes I was there right now, and how we'd most likely be waking the whole house up. (And despite all those men who've made those kind of fevered promises but never lived up to them, I actually believed him) My god, I've met someone with a sexual appetite to match mine! I'd BETTER get the chance to sleep with him again - especially now I know what NOT to do - this could be DYNAMITE!!
So yeah. Spent all day in a dreamy haze, thinking about scenarios involving him. Yes, I'm ridiculous, I know. That's the trouble with me, once an idea is implanted in my head, that's it - I'll be doing nothing but imagining things for weeks - planning what I'm going to say and what I'll wear to this party, and exactly how many condoms I'll have in my purse..... When in fact, the most likely thing that will happen is that the party won't end up taking place due to everyone being "too busy working," I'll have no excuse to go over to Liverpool, and will once again get blown off. And not even in a good way. And I'll have missed my chance to have new-and-improved sex with probably the best guy I've ever woken up next to. CURSES!!!
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Current Mood: cold but smiley
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