Is, I went out and had some good old fashion fun.
Long weekend in site, Music Boy in the rearview mirror I was off for a gals weekend in Melbourne.
Night one, boy one, Italian stallion and sexy kisser. Unfortunately after further interrogation, turns out he was telling porkies and actually Lebanese! Paolo, please I don't care but no lies. I moved on.
Night one, boy two, very very sexy boy. Spent a good hour staring at him willing him to approach. Which he did. Result, more kissing. But was rather late, and time to head home so with tears (as if), we parted. He got my number and we promised to meet again. Got some texts on return to the hotel. Rather looking forward to seeing him again. Oh yeah, thought he was about 25. Turned out was 33. Got me thinking at 25, 37 is novelty....at 33, perhaps just old?
Night two did not offer up any talent, but we've still got night three up our sleeve!
So the hunt continues. Music Boy sent text last night, clueless that I was on to him. I couldn't bring myself to reply. But this morning, after much thinking about what this all means I penned a rather blunt email waving him farewell. Adios non amigos!
Harvard also text. Booty Call me thinks. Will have to wait for another time but I'm ok to be his booty!
xxxoooxxx
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