Friday - always eventful

The night began with a lovely dinner party by a couple friend of mine in the area. Fantastic food, good company, etc. Near midnight we headed off to my local to meet T, and P & R (the couple I inappropriately propositioned two weeks earlier).

I wondered whether I would run into the 40 year old music promoter, who I didn't call after he put a note through my door. Low and behold, I was there for about five minutes before he found me. He came over and said hi, stood around awkwardly, then said he would be sitting over at another table. The band was shit, but we had a good dance to "I don't want to grow up" before moving into the main pub room without the bad band.

As a side note, R, the wife I propositioned, was exceedingly drunk and rubbing my leg before husband decided to take her home. Strange.

We moved tables and music promoter followed with his cousin and his girlfriend to the table behind us. I managed to ignore him until his cousin's girlfriend tapped me on the shoulder to talk to me. "You know he put a note through your door? He did actually lose his phone you know. He was really upset that you didn't call him. We're having a dinner party tomorrow, do you want to come? He's really lovely, but really shy and really likes you." Egad!

And when I tried to talk to him, there was again nothing to say. C and I jetted off to dance to Guns and Roses and he followed. When the song finished he said he was going, so I pulled him to a side couch to give him a talk. C suggested that my best let-down is the ex-husband. She suggested that I say I got back together with him. I didn't go that far, but said to him that I am in the process of getting divorced (true) and its difficult (true) and because of that, I'm not able and ready to date anyone (untrue). He was really nice, etc etc, but I just can't see him. We had a hug and a goodbye snog and he said "you have my number" - I didn't give him mine, and off he went. I was so pleased with myself for the good let down line. No one hurt or upset, I don't feel like a heartless bitch. Hooray!

I go back to my table of friends and C said I had done well, but the guys gave me grief for snogging him (they could see) and that by saying what I did, I was still leading him on. Can't please everyone all the time.

The night carried on with me scoping out the rest of the talent in the pub by that time. I love my local because there is always someone that I am attracted to - maybe its the drunkenness. A guy at a nearby table smiled at me and so I started talking to him. He was Japanese and his friend was Italian. I gave him some lines of Japanese I remembered from when I studying, and he was impressed, so I invited them back to my place for a drink (it was closing time at the pub). I grabbed T to tell him, and he was talking to some people who were going back to a neighbour's place. Side note- there was a hot girl with pink hair at a nearby table that I told him to talk to, T of course didn't talk to her, but went and talked to the guy sitting next to her who had a hulk hand. He said that they were going back to her place, where I had actually been before for a party and lives a stone's throw from my flat. SO, we all gathered together and went to the shop to get beer and trek up the street.

Somewhere along the line we looked back and didn't have my Japanese friend, or indeed many other people. There was me, T, cute pink hair, and three other guys. We had beer, a record player and records and were very happy. I ventured into the back garden with one of the chaps - the one with the hulk hand, called Andy - and we lounged in the hammock together. We had a snog and a grope, but he said that he came out of a long term relationship last Saturday and was now sort of seeing someone else. Uh, ok, whatever mate.

We eventually went inside and all danced to Michael Jackson, then as 5am rolled around, it was time for bed. I invited Andy back to mine, but he said it would not be a good idea and we just had a goodbye snog at the door. I rolled across the street with my beer, stumbled inside and into bed alone. Shame that I didn't swap numbers with Andy - he is 26, cute and interesting. As he is moving into the flat across the street in the next couple weeks, I'm sure I'll see him about.

What a curious night. Even more curious that I woke up six hours later, still drunk. Ahh, bank holiday weekend.