So Christmas has been and gone and here we are in the limbo between Christmas and New Year when I find I'm never completely sure what to do with my time.
I've been in my hometown since Saturday morning and whilst I love my family and have really enjoyed catching up with old friends, I can feel suburbia closing in on me like the walls in that Indiana Jones film. I got so bored on Boxing Day I ended up hitting the sales. Far too hard as it turns out but I bagged some glorious bargains and they're enough to make me realise that the eating has got to stop. The clothes are lovely and I am determined not to grow out of them any time soon! Must keep remembering this when faced with yet another stack of meat or bowl of mince pies and custard (or chocolate money which I inexplicably adore even though it's usually poor quality chocolate...why??).
A long time has passed since my last post (or so it seems to me) and in between then and now I had my second date with S. After work finished on Friday I went to the pub with a few of the guys from work to kill time before I had to meet him. Unfortunately I got a teeny bit drunk (not like me, I know). The good thing was, so did he. Unbeknownst to each other we'd both finished early and repaired to our local bars. We weren't hammered by any means but it meant when we met neither of us were that nervous.
Well, I wasn't until I saw him again. Honestly, I'd forgotten how much I fancied him and it really threw me. He looked delicious and I could barely touch my butternut squash risotto for the butterflies in my stomach.
We went to a pub after dinner and talked for ages until the blissful moment arrived (forgive my melodramatics but it rocked my world, really). I turned my head towards him to look around the bar and he leaned in to kiss me. I don't think our lips left each other's for the next hour. God he turned me on; the combination of his mind, his appearance and the fact that he kisses like a demi-god all basically served to turn me to jelly. He told me I kissed him how he'd always wanted to be kissed which was just about the best thing he could have said.
We kissed again in the tube and although I was trying to be coy I hinted I wanted to see him again but it doesn't look like it will happen until the new year now (although he invited me to his NYE dinner - I can't go but took it to be a promising sign). Later that night, this was the text I received:
"3 parts infatuation, 2 parts frustrated lust, 1 part premature adoration."
He even bought me a present which was a little embarrassing as I hadn't got him anything (it was our second date for crying out loud). I opened it when I got home and it was 'The Superior Persons Book Of Words'. May not sound like much but that's basically catnip to an obsessive linguist like me. I received one text on Christmas Day but nothing since. I'm compulsively checking my phone all the time which I must stop doing. I barely know the guy but he's got completely under my skin. I am a fully paid up member of the Crush Club. Again.
Yesterday I played Trivial Pursuit with my family and realised how little I actually know. Although, without making excuses, I did get some absolutely awful questions. For example, this was a 'history' question I got: 'How tall is Prince Charles?' Firstly, what the cock does that have to do with history and secondly unless I was his tailor or the Queen how would I know?? Incidentally, if you're interested, he's 5ft 10". Honestly, the unfairness of it. I sullenly crunched Twiglets and regressed to a teenager which is always so attractive. I cheered up later when my Dad and I had a West Wing fest. He introduced me to that show so we always watch either that or MASH together when I'm home. Just a little father/daughter bonding.
This will be the last post before New Year I think. Next time I do this I'll be back at work (shudder).
Happy New Year to all!
xxx
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