After winning a very muddy match on Sunday afternoon, it was off to the pub for a few quiets and watch the football. All going to plan so far (apart from the mud, but that's another story). Note to self: Do not match your male friend pint for pint on a Sunday afternoon. And especially not on an empty stomach.
What proceeded to happen was Liverpool won the football (yay), we kept drinking, I flirted OUTRAGEOUSLY with a certain male friend, we went to McDonalds and prior to getting on a train I may or may not have propositioned him.
It is a shame that I have the memory of a sieve. It was only the following morning (no hangover!) that I recalled stopping in at McDonalds. And sending two terribly drunken txt messages to said male as well! I will be seeing him tomorrow night at some birthday drinks. And then again for another round of muddy sport on Sunday.
On the topic of Friday night, it is my very good friend's birthday drinks. She has made it her mission in life to assist me on finding the perfect man. Bless her. Previous attempts involve me having a six month relationship with her PT and another attempt ended up with another friend. So she has (sort of!) a 50% success rate. Tomorrow night's line up involves an English pediatrician and her new PT.
I will try to behave tomorrow. Three blokes to impress - can't say I've ever been in this situation before. Watch this space, further hilarity is about to ensue.
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