Obsession

A few weeks ago we met some chaps in our local - absolutely charmingly geeky and clever English guys. The pub was packed and we asked to share their table, and struck up a conversation because I recognised them as the winning team in the pub quiz from earlier in the week. Drunken antics ensued and one of the three who was visiting from abroad, was trying to set me up with G, and to this end tried to convince us that his father was the seventh richest man in England. A bit pathetic really, but the two were finding it hilarious, much to the embarrassment of G. The night carried on and we all ended up back at our flat. Before long, KT was sick, with G and I looking after her. Eventually the night ended innocently, though very drunken - everyone went their own ways. I got E & G's home number - they are both in their early thirties and don't have mobiles.

Since then, KT and I have been desperate to hang out with E & G - to the point where I worry that we are stalking them. A typical conversation:
KT "Should we call E & G?"
Me "Yes, but you should call them."
KT "Why me?!"
Me "Because I can't call anymore - I got told off by their flatmate for calling after 1am."
KT "But I called them last time, it's your turn."
Me "Maybe T will call for us!!"
T "Keep me out of your love triangles!"
Me "Ok, let's not call them tonight."
(Fast forward two glasses of wine.)
KT "Let me borrow your phone and I'll step outside to call them."
(Re-enter KT)
KT "No answer, so I hung up and didn't leave a message."
Me "Maybe that means they are on their way to the pub?"

And so on... all bank holiday weekend.

E and I struck up a little thing, with him having spent the night twice. Let me be clear - we haven't had sex, just a snog and cuddle and sleep. After my last casual sex encounter (which has not yet been detailed in these pages) I decided that I needed a break from casual sex - the sort of was getting was extremely unfulfilling and left me entirely uninterested in the men. I have therefore decided to hold back a bit and see what happens. E, however, is on the rebound, so I must remind myself to tread carefully.

Meanwhile, G has been hitting on KT after he has had one too many whiskeys, bearing in mind that she has a boyfriend.

It has all become a bit of a strange - two flats on a double date scenario, but mostly a bit pathetic because we have become obsessed with hanging out with them because they are some of the most genuinely nice and easy to get along with people we know in the area, or indeed London.