Shaking a Tail Feather

So its been a while since Ive had a chance to update this. Quite a lot has happened since then, so I hope to do all of the events justice by recalling them to their full potential.

The last time I wrote was just after that mind blowing concert I went to. Happiness and fun has been fleeting of late, so it was refreshing for me to have such a great time. There was a true lack of pretension and worry on the night due to me doing something I enjoyed, being with good friends and listening to a kick ass band.

After the concert, I convinced my girlfriend to go out for a few drinks with me. Off we went to the seediest part of town, but any die hard party girl worth her stilettos will tell you thats where all the action happens. Fast forward to a grungy hip little bar and we are downing shots poured from a teapot. Lethal, so but yummy.

Left by myself for a rare moment, a guy comes over to me and introduces himself. I look up and clock unbelievably blue eyes so I agree to him buying me a drink and have a little chat with him. He's a lovely person and we share quite a lot in common so we swap numbers and organise to have drinks another night.

After this, the bar is getting quite crowded and so some extraordinarily cute boys sit at the end of our table. Immediately glances are shot under lowered lashes, coy smiles are exchanged and I may have even been guilty of some hair flicking. As if out of a line up, i pick my favourite boy and luckily he is the one sat next to me. So when an arm lightly brushes against mine, I dont move away. When a thigh is pressed up against mine under the table I press back.

Conversation takes a back seat to the real communication thats being made between us. In fact, I dont recall a word he said to me that night, just how his eyes glint of mischief.

Sadly, as they have a wont to do, all good nights draw to a close. Farewells are called for and so i lean over to kiss him on a cheek. My aim is somewhat misdirected and I end up with a lingering kiss full of heat and passion and promise. I take his number and small chit chat is made to call.

Two numbers in one night. Quite a change from the self imposed celibacy Ive been in for the last few years. (There is an exception to this rule, but we neednt talk about that at this time.)

A small realisation though. I'll spoil the story by saying that although we did try, nothing lasting eventuated from either of those guys. However what I truly believe the big step that I've made is that I got out there and I flirted and had fun and had a random snog and took numbers and flicked my hair and added a little swing to my walk and thought about somebody other than HIM.

Its that kind of realisation that makes me think that its going to be ok in the end.

Good luck in life and love,

Honey