Gah. What a weekend. I’m exhausted!
Even though I promised that I wouldn’t blog about this, its the only thing rattling about my head – and can probably only be exorcised by writing about it.
Met a guy. Online. Went on a first date to the Trixie Little and Evil Hate Monkey burlesque show at Palace of Wonders. [Note: as odd/inappropriate as this sounds, it was a great idea, I had been dying to go, and good time was had by all. There was a performer, Miss Indigo Blue, who got her tassels flying in opposite directions!! She’s my new hero.]
So, he gallantly walks me home and we proceed to have an awkward moment at my gate. You see, I asked him in for a cup of tea before he made his way home and he politely declined. Even though I’d had about 3 or 4 whiskies at this point, I thought I had read his body language differently. Well, it turns out that I had not misread things after all. While he was waiting for me to unlock my door, I turned around and did my usual Hey! -I-have-an-awesome-hand-of-cards-here! -Look! thing and bluntly said, “Jeez. Not even a goodnight kiss?” Well, he kindly obliged and then changed his mind about the tea. I told you fools that I had skilz.
“Then what happened?”, you ask? You cheeky little monkeys. As the TRP says, “Its all good in Allez’s ‘hood.” The date was extended into a lovely mellow Saturday evening, although we were both a bit careworn as a result of the excitement/alcohol/hot pastie action of the previous evening. Chemistry… I’d almost forgotten what it was like.