An Update

I haven't felt very inspired by my life recently, hence the gap between the last post and this one. I hit a bit of a low after the J debacle and spent some time wallowing which was pointless but I obviously needed to get the frustration at being taken for a mug out of my system. Which I now have. Hurrah! Anyway, here's a quick recap of recent events...

A from work and I went on a stupidly large night out which ended up with us meeting a guy in a bar in Soho (where else), getting horrendously drunk and taking a rickshaw back to his large and astonishingly posh Covent Garden flat where we drank until the early hours and the guy and I kissed whenever A was out of the room. The three of us went to bed together, but in the 'Morcambe and Wise' sense rather than the 'skin flick' sense. We all wore pyjamas and he read us a bedtime story (this is true). Later that morning after not enough sleep, he woke me up and took me into the spare room where he proceeded to shag me senseless. It was lovely but I wish I'd been more sober to appreciate it. A and I staggered off to work around 3 hours later, still drunk, late and clutching two sausage McMuffins apiece. I stayed in touch with and recently had a date with the guy (who, it turns out lived alone in that amazing flat and is my age but stupidly wealthy) which went well but have heard nothing since.

That night, before we met the rich bloke, I blew the owner of my favourite bar in his office downstairs. Flirtation has been going on for weeks and weeks so something was bound to happen. That was it.

I am still in close contact with N who is travelling. He's been in touch almost every day since he went away which I'm really surprised by but like a great deal. We're still keen to meet up when he's back but there's around 6 weeks still to go and anything could happen even though I miss him though and think about him all the time. I'm trying not to romanticize anything we might have which would be easy to do given the 'lovers separated by the ocean' theme of it all. I'm taking care to remain a little cynical about the whole thing so as not to be utterly disappointed when he returns.

This weekend was my best friend's wedding. I was the bridesmaid. I travelled down to Hampshire on Friday and immediately got thrown into organising and helping. This continued right the way through until 1am Sunday morning when it finally finished. The bride looked stunning and the day was lovely. I developed a minor crush on the best man who was single and very flirty with me the whole time (at one point we escaped the reception and went to the local pub together for a pint - naughty but fun). There was no opportunity for anything to happen, sadly but as he was leaving he told me he thought I was gorgeous and took my phone number. This was largely pointless as he's currently travelling the world and only back for the wedding. Still a nice ego boost though.

That's about it, really. Not the most exciting couple of weeks but definitely not the most boring.