The Evan Event

So, Evan did ring me last week and we went out for lunch at the weekend. Very romantic, very gentlemanly, perhaps a little boring.

I was hoping that he would take me out in the evening but he had some family event and I had to make do with Sunday lunch at a café near where I live. I’ve never had anyone treat me like that before. I don’t mean that they’ve all just jumped in the sack with me just that it felt grown up and different somehow.

He says all the right things, so maybe it was just the time of day that meant things didn’t click. He had to get back for the family thing too so it probably wasn’t the best of circumstances. I felt like he left me wanting more and I suppose a bit cheated. I got a bit of a snog in the car when he dropped me off and that was it. He didn’t even come up for a coffee. Yes I mean a coffee, that wasn’t code for a quick shag.

At the time I felt alright about that but since then it’s been getting at me. I might ring him tonight, or should I wait until tomorrow night before going after him? I don’t know.

Where Did Sunday Go?

Today at work I couldn’t help but wondering where the weekend went, particularly Sunday. Saturday was a getting better sort of day after drinking far too much on Friday.

I hoped to get things done on Sunday. The flat needs a good spring clean and although I had the best of intentions I did nothing towards tidying up.

I lazed in bed most of the day, got a sore thumb from texting the girls at the office about Evan and amused myself if you know what I mean. I couldn’t help it. I was laying there watching a documentary one minute then his face popped up in my head and I was back there, dancing against the lump in his crotch and I couldn’t help myself. I even drifted off to sleep again after that.

In case you were wondering I was replying to the girls, not showing off to them. They kept asking if we’d gone to his when we left the club. Yes, we shared a taxi, but he was the perfect gentleman and just made sure I got in safely. In one way I wish he hadn’t because he is really cute, the other half of me is glad he didn’t try it on.

I wouldn’t have remembered most of it as I was wasted and that doesn’t make for the greatest sex. Especially for a first time. He rang me about half an hour ago and that’s what prompted me to write. I asked him to ring me later in the week so we could arrange something for the weekend. Should be fun.

Hung Over

Last night was great. Some bits are a bit blurry though.

I’ve had about three hours sleep and had to get up to answer the door to a salesman of all people. He kept me talking in the freezing cold with my toes feeling like they’d fall off. Eventually I got rid of him and thought I’d have a cup of coffee.

My head is pounding and I fill a little sick.

It’s not all bad, because I met a guy called Evan. Seems nice, good kisser and from his trouser bulge I think he likes me. More later but for now I think a darkened room and lots of water to drink is what I need.

TFI Friday

Ok, so this may be the way the rest of the world is feeling right now and nothing that you couldn’t have guessed, but thank goodness it’s Friday.

It’s been a hard week, but I’m off out tonight and assuming I don’t flake-out half way through the evening I should be in for a treat. It is Valentines Day tomorrow after all so I’ve got to pull. Right?

The weather’s a bit grotty but a few drinks should stop me thinking about that. That made me sound like a real lush didn’t it. Maybe I am LOL.

See y’all soon.