WTF and OMG
Well, i said i was bored and wanting stories. I guess going out, getting really pissed, pulling a guy on the tube and not remembering any of it, counts as that.
And that was the prologue. The Chapter One, and probably the end, is that Tube Boy (TB) texted me and wanted to see me again. I said yes. We are meeting up tonight.
I have no idea what he looks like, who he is....knowing me when i am that blasted....him being minging is a complete possiblity. so why did i say yes? well, for the train wreck effect...you just can't look away. I am curious to see what this cat brought home. And possibly to get some light shed on that evening.
Another way to put it is that i am being set up on a blind date tonight. And my drunken dark side is the friend that set me up. I wonder what i thought of myself? that is what this night is about. There is not that much different than going on a blind date with someone from a dating website, where you assume their photo and email corresondence are not lies. How different is it from a friend who sets you up with a friend of a friend, who they don't know much about, except that both of you don't have a partner? what did my lashed other self think of me? how ballsy was it in terms of pulling a bloke, or did she let herself be hit on by an unworthy because she was too pissed to be bovv'ed.
I need to not drink when it is my time of the month. That is when the blackouts occur. How could i have had more than 2 bottles? I think that hormones, plus a lot of alcohol equals Shiva HGL coming out to play. i had 1.5 bottles (wine) the other weekend, and was fine, other than a small hangover. Same amount at That Time....pandoras box of chaos and loss of self control, apparently. i am slightly nervous. not about TB. About confronting the blank.
I have done this before. the Millionaire Barrister, who i met at Kilo, whilst at its opening party....again, he texted me, i don't remember meeting him.... he was funny, and loaded, but only fling material. And i was not really interested in being an old man's smart arm candy piece. Unless your name is George Clooney.
so who is TB? Age, occupation, looks, his opinion of me? i will let you know. i have no expectations, but i am helping write my own story. i am pondering having a drink first. or maybe a quick shot. of espresso. I am going with the who cares confidence that comes from being able to small talk to a wall. And i have dinner plans with a mate at 9, so that gives me Exit Stratagy. To distill, he is either eligible, or non-eligible, cute, or minging.
The night i met TB, i met a guy from the website. I thought he was v cute. somehow, both of us got drunk, i am sure me more so. from my phone, i can tell that i texted him post date, a desparate doris type text that said"had so much fun, would love to see you again, call me if you get bored". Well. I must have had a good time. and i can tell you, i haven't had many of those lately which is why i waxed exuberantly. i am sure he thinks i am a freak. A week later, no response. I am proud that i couldn't care less. i remember him being judgemental at times. he kept saying how my profile made me sound OTT heiress high maintenence. Which i don't think it does. Perhaps that made him insecure. Nevermind, i have the feeling he likes more grungy punky rocker chicks. I have my moments, but i think i will always be too refined for that.
Somehow, leaving pub and getting one of the last tubes home, i met up with TB. and he got my number. 6 hours from now, i will confront the chaos that i stirred up.
And that was the prologue. The Chapter One, and probably the end, is that Tube Boy (TB) texted me and wanted to see me again. I said yes. We are meeting up tonight.
I have no idea what he looks like, who he is....knowing me when i am that blasted....him being minging is a complete possiblity. so why did i say yes? well, for the train wreck effect...you just can't look away. I am curious to see what this cat brought home. And possibly to get some light shed on that evening.
Another way to put it is that i am being set up on a blind date tonight. And my drunken dark side is the friend that set me up. I wonder what i thought of myself? that is what this night is about. There is not that much different than going on a blind date with someone from a dating website, where you assume their photo and email corresondence are not lies. How different is it from a friend who sets you up with a friend of a friend, who they don't know much about, except that both of you don't have a partner? what did my lashed other self think of me? how ballsy was it in terms of pulling a bloke, or did she let herself be hit on by an unworthy because she was too pissed to be bovv'ed.
I need to not drink when it is my time of the month. That is when the blackouts occur. How could i have had more than 2 bottles? I think that hormones, plus a lot of alcohol equals Shiva HGL coming out to play. i had 1.5 bottles (wine) the other weekend, and was fine, other than a small hangover. Same amount at That Time....pandoras box of chaos and loss of self control, apparently. i am slightly nervous. not about TB. About confronting the blank.
I have done this before. the Millionaire Barrister, who i met at Kilo, whilst at its opening party....again, he texted me, i don't remember meeting him.... he was funny, and loaded, but only fling material. And i was not really interested in being an old man's smart arm candy piece. Unless your name is George Clooney.
so who is TB? Age, occupation, looks, his opinion of me? i will let you know. i have no expectations, but i am helping write my own story. i am pondering having a drink first. or maybe a quick shot. of espresso. I am going with the who cares confidence that comes from being able to small talk to a wall. And i have dinner plans with a mate at 9, so that gives me Exit Stratagy. To distill, he is either eligible, or non-eligible, cute, or minging.
The night i met TB, i met a guy from the website. I thought he was v cute. somehow, both of us got drunk, i am sure me more so. from my phone, i can tell that i texted him post date, a desparate doris type text that said"had so much fun, would love to see you again, call me if you get bored". Well. I must have had a good time. and i can tell you, i haven't had many of those lately which is why i waxed exuberantly. i am sure he thinks i am a freak. A week later, no response. I am proud that i couldn't care less. i remember him being judgemental at times. he kept saying how my profile made me sound OTT heiress high maintenence. Which i don't think it does. Perhaps that made him insecure. Nevermind, i have the feeling he likes more grungy punky rocker chicks. I have my moments, but i think i will always be too refined for that.
Somehow, leaving pub and getting one of the last tubes home, i met up with TB. and he got my number. 6 hours from now, i will confront the chaos that i stirred up.
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