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A well-timed exit

  Fri 29th October 2010

We (Bela, Csilla, Stefan and me) went round to Seriouscrush's in order to introduce Stefan to them. It went just about OK, but it felt like work. I was aware that we were all trying various conversational gambits, most of which fizzled out. I was conscious that Stefan probably found it a bit awkward. He certainly wasn't the relaxed and confident man that has been living in this house for a week.

Last night we (ditto) went down the pub, a studenty converted church which was quite attractively done out with bulbs in old milk bottles. They turned the music up too loud for me after a while so I stayed for one more then left, which turned out to be good timing as Bela started getting chatted up by a bloke with whom she swapped numbers, so I avoided a bit of a gooseberry incident.

Out of the blue, day before yesterday, Felicity made a filthy suggestion for Saturday afternoon. I was prevaricating a little bit and she was getting fractionally testy. "Tell me what you'd like to do," she texted, as I sat on the bus. "Have a close relationship with someone," I felt like answering. I've got my doubts. She's quite needy and unpredictable: I can never tell when she's going to use me as her social worker. There was the incident with Kitty at the food festival when she was trying to elbow Kitty out of the afternoon. And the truth is, I don't fancy her a great deal.

Ingrid, about whom her ex-boyfriend once said to me "I don't know what is about her, but I just want to fuck her all the time", invited me to a wine tasting. He's right, there is something about her and I'm looking forward to it. I like the element of danger that getting drunk with new people (especially women I am curious about) introduces into the situation.


Comment from: heybartender [Visitor]

Nothing like red wine to get you properly lubed (and her properly Loobed!). You have fun now, y’hear?

Sat 30th October 2010 @ 00:40
Comment from: [Member]

That goes straight into number one as the worst (and yet, best) pun ever attempted on this website.

Sat 30th October 2010 @ 09:05

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