| Sunday, November 04, 2007 |
| Fool for love |
I'm a sucker for romance. A fool for love. Blah, blah, blah.
Anyway, Friday night. Long story. Basically, after working late on a stunt went back to the pub to see the pretty barman. One thing after another and, well... Oh, OK, I have to tell the story.
One of my friends was left in the bar when I got there. Her sister then turned up and we went for food. Barman wanted to know if I was coming back - I asked if I should, and he said yes. I said OK. So when the girls went home I went back to the pub. He took me downstairs to the comedy set that was going on. There was flirting and a little bit of kissing.
Comedy turned to disco! Yay! I LOVE dancing. So I danced, by myself. Got towards the end of the night - probably around 1.30 am - and everyone was dancing behind the bar. Except him. I went over to ask if he danced - just my luck if he didn't! - not to ask him to dance, I knew he was working. He wouldn't come over. The other staff said he was working. I only wanted to ask a question, but he wouldn't have any of it! Fine, so I went back to dancing.
Get to the end of the night and there's a Sinatra song. There's ALWAYS a Sinatra song! I decided to carry on dancing by myself. Who needs a man to dance with, eh? And then there's a hand on my shoulder and I turn round and he's there. And he dances. A bit. Because even a great multi-tasker like myself can't dance and kiss at the same time! :-)
Is this a wise choice, a good prospect? I don't know. Have no idea. But I'm just going to see what happens. And keep my head. As much as I can!
I'm seeing him tomorrow night. :-) |
posted by Calia77 @ 6:32 pm  |
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