Oh yeah, I forgot to mention in my last post. I went out with Mr Music on Friday night. It was actually a lot of fun, we watched the Olympics opening ceremony and then got drunk. Since the last time I saw him we’d got so near and yet so far, I made sure to let him know I was capable of getting male attention and ended up reeling in a few guys for some light flirtation. As always, he bestowed compliment after
compliment on me. I am, apparently, a legend. Ha. As if I didn’t already know this. Inevitably we went back to his but instead of fooling around, we sat around smoking way too many cigarettes and chilling to music. We went from classic swing to ska and reggae and along the way, I found out a lot more about him. Although we’re mates, he’s very cagey when it comes to his family life, but as we sat there,
we swapped stories from our childhoods and respective family history. It was nice.
OK, yes, we did have a little kiss, but we both knew it wasn’t going to go any further than it did. It was just something that had to be done to get it out of the way – though I would just rather sleep with him and have done with than do this little merry dance whenever we
meet up. But it was nice. We fell asleep to Bob Marley and in the
morning he made me a nice breakfast.
So maybe I’ve not behaved 100% but still. I had a nice Friday night with a friend who’ve I’ve got to know a little better, so it’s not all bad.