I met the graduate last week for a drink - in my eyes, not a date but I don't think he had quite the same idea. I had no intention of staying for more than two drinks (I even had a great getaway plan). Unfortunately I took pity on the young lad and invited him to join me at the Boathouse to meet my cousin and another friend. See what I mean about drugs doing funny things to your brain? As much as I enjoy the graduates company, I am hands down not attracted to him at all.
The Boathouse was a good laugh, I might have consumed two or three SMALL glasses of wine (this is about half of what I would normally consume) and I was in a very jolly state. Suddenly it was 11pm and the pub was calling last drinks. A good thing believe me! According to the graduate, it would be impossible for him to get back to his place in East London at this hour of the eve, and could he possibly crash on our couch. No mood for arguing, I said that was fine.
I will point out, I hadn't eaten since lunchtime at this point and all I wanted to do was go home for a piece of toast and curl up in bed (alone). Got home, made the toast and found bedding for my house guest. Next thing you know he's snogging my face off! WTF?! And you know what...sometimes it's just easier to roll with it than to say no. So that's what I did. Certainly not my smartest choice. But I did draw the line at him coming upstairs. Whew.
Finally managed to get rid of him in morning after a very strong cup of coffee. Don't get me wrong, he's a lovely guy but I just need my own space in the mornings, especially weekends. He txt me mid week saying how much he enjoyed the night and can we do it again sometime soon. Awkward much?!
Oh yeah Valentines Day - nothing from any member of the opposite sex but I did have a lovely eve with a group of single girls. We spent the evening eating yummy food and putting the world to rights. Happy days.
Busy weekend ahead - single men of London - be warned ;-)
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