What An Interesting Night...
What an evening!
Met up with my old friends, Dana and Steph, just outside Gusto’s. Girls are good. Been before Christmas that we’d last met up. Delish pasta and a couple of glasses of wine? Bring it on. Then onto a few bars along the way. Drinks, chat and dance.
Finished up at the Rescue Rooms. It’s student night there tonight, and whilst we’re far from students, The drinks are cheap, the music a bit indie and ‘street’ and the talent is....yes! Lol!
Some nice guys, sorry...boys, trying to hit on myself and Dana. We’re all single but on the spectrum of just how happy we are there. Dana being the more desperate of us and Steph happy. Me? Probably in the middle.
Workwise, they’re in healthcare and I’m, obviously, the odd one out. They go all medical sometimes, but it’s ok. I get the gist.
I’m quite merry at this point, dancing around some cool looking girls and some over-inflated ego’d males. It’s fun.
At one point this hottie comes over to me. He’s so not a student. Doesn’t look like it. Turns out not. He’s a plumber. Ollie. That’s his name. Pretty tall. Skinny figure, but not too skinny. Smells nice. Bit of stubble.
Buys me a double vodka and we chat. He’s nice. We talk to Step a bit; Dana’s snogging some boy. Then me and Ollie found ourselves around a table, just chatting.
Dana pops up between us, kisses Ollie on the cheek, turns to look at me, looks back at Ollie and says “Hello! Felicity here is a hooker!”, turns back and smiles at me. I am...pissed!
But my boy...he surprises me. “Oh, ok. That’s cool. So, anyways...” and continues the conversation.
Dana is confused...and, thankfully, pisses off for a bit. Good.
Ollie goes outside with me, when I go out for a cigarette. He doesn’t smoke himself, but not a smoking Nazi. We continue the chat. At some point he asks for my number. I ping him. He smiles.
We join the girls. He buys a couple of rounds. Dana is steaming, but sobers up after I take her to the toilets and vomits herself better. Good. It’s all quite nice. We have a little dance. There’s hands on shoulders and it feels nice. Not gonna lie.
It’s crazily early and cold. We’ve sent Dana and Steph on a taxi as they live near each other, and we hang around a little. There’s a kiss on the cheek before I get my taxi back home.
Get in, make a vat of coffee to get my head together. Wake up and shit. Ollie messages, making sure I got home ok. We exchange messages. He says he’s gonna be shattered in the morning.
“Well, babe. It’s morning already!” I Whatsapp him back.
He’s nice. Knows I hook. Says he’s ok with that. Not interested in asking anything about my job, more interested in me and my childhood. Refreshing. Wants to meet up sometime soon.
I’m off to bed with a smile on my face.
🙂
Met up with my old friends, Dana and Steph, just outside Gusto’s. Girls are good. Been before Christmas that we’d last met up. Delish pasta and a couple of glasses of wine? Bring it on. Then onto a few bars along the way. Drinks, chat and dance.
Finished up at the Rescue Rooms. It’s student night there tonight, and whilst we’re far from students, The drinks are cheap, the music a bit indie and ‘street’ and the talent is....yes! Lol!
Some nice guys, sorry...boys, trying to hit on myself and Dana. We’re all single but on the spectrum of just how happy we are there. Dana being the more desperate of us and Steph happy. Me? Probably in the middle.
Workwise, they’re in healthcare and I’m, obviously, the odd one out. They go all medical sometimes, but it’s ok. I get the gist.
I’m quite merry at this point, dancing around some cool looking girls and some over-inflated ego’d males. It’s fun.
At one point this hottie comes over to me. He’s so not a student. Doesn’t look like it. Turns out not. He’s a plumber. Ollie. That’s his name. Pretty tall. Skinny figure, but not too skinny. Smells nice. Bit of stubble.
Buys me a double vodka and we chat. He’s nice. We talk to Step a bit; Dana’s snogging some boy. Then me and Ollie found ourselves around a table, just chatting.
Dana pops up between us, kisses Ollie on the cheek, turns to look at me, looks back at Ollie and says “Hello! Felicity here is a hooker!”, turns back and smiles at me. I am...pissed!
But my boy...he surprises me. “Oh, ok. That’s cool. So, anyways...” and continues the conversation.
Dana is confused...and, thankfully, pisses off for a bit. Good.
Ollie goes outside with me, when I go out for a cigarette. He doesn’t smoke himself, but not a smoking Nazi. We continue the chat. At some point he asks for my number. I ping him. He smiles.
We join the girls. He buys a couple of rounds. Dana is steaming, but sobers up after I take her to the toilets and vomits herself better. Good. It’s all quite nice. We have a little dance. There’s hands on shoulders and it feels nice. Not gonna lie.
It’s crazily early and cold. We’ve sent Dana and Steph on a taxi as they live near each other, and we hang around a little. There’s a kiss on the cheek before I get my taxi back home.
Get in, make a vat of coffee to get my head together. Wake up and shit. Ollie messages, making sure I got home ok. We exchange messages. He says he’s gonna be shattered in the morning.
“Well, babe. It’s morning already!” I Whatsapp him back.
He’s nice. Knows I hook. Says he’s ok with that. Not interested in asking anything about my job, more interested in me and my childhood. Refreshing. Wants to meet up sometime soon.
I’m off to bed with a smile on my face.
🙂
26-30, F
