Cupid strikes again, with bad aim
Dearies, you all know how I love to delve into matters of the heart, particularly so when it's other people's hearts. After a dry spell, when I didn't manage to bring any two lovebirds together for any successful period of time, I have struck gold (though admittedly, I say this somewhat prematurely).
On Friday night, we had a big par-tay at Peas' and my flat, and I'd manipulated a meeting between one of Peas' friends and one of mine. They barely said two words to each other, she got drunk and said rather loud and rude things about the girl he ended up snogging on the couch, but after that, she landed up talking to the guy in question's best friend...
After I chatted to him (best friend, not snogger) yesterday, it emerged he was as keen on her as she was on him, so I arranged some number swapping, and she called me this morning to say that the exchange has resulted in a first date. Ahhhhh, sweet!
It's a case of killing two birds with one stone, as in the process, I've managed to right some previous wrongs on this one, methinks...
Other amusing transgressions of the evening: I wore my brand new pristine white dress to the party (oh yes, we can all see where this one's going!), and during an overly-enthusiastic shimmy in front of the female lovebird, I knocked her, and she emptied her full glass of red wine on the dress. I'm pleased to report that it was salvaged, but people began to ask me whether I was conducting a fashion parade after having changed twice already. And, Peas finally got her first girl snog, which I'm rather upset I didn't administer. The lucky lady is no other than her boyfriend's new flatmate. Kinky, indeed. Menage, anyone?
In other news: I had veeeeery fabulous sex on Saturday night, which I attribute directly to the boyf's excessive consumption of alcohol directly prior to the festivities (he kept going and going and going, baby!) I'm still glowing today, and maybe hoping for a repeat performance tonight :) Again, sharing too much, but I am such a giving person, aren't I?
posted by Third World Ant @ 5:00 pm
2 Comments:
Love it.
On matters of girl kissing, you'll laugh: Weezy told me the same thing. At the Met party she said we should snog, meaning that poor old Dave would get an sms from Rafe saying something like, "Your girlfriend is out of control china. Not only has she snogged your flatmate this weekend, but pounced on my girlfriend too!"
As much fun as it is, I really want to save these special moments for heartfelt piss ups, every six months maybe. :)
As for the sex - good going Gilbie! :)
And the dress: Vanish is a miracle worker, isn't it?
Loved the post. Jealous as all hell of your parties, my mates refuse to snog each other anymore but the good old days are a strong memory.
Booze on sex, hmmm, never thought of that, last longer you say...hmmm.
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