The impact of frostbite

It's been so damn cold my fingers have turned blue and left me unable to type.

But apart from that, the snow was quite a blast. And a bluster!

Friday night I was feeling frisky. A young stud (later discovered to be a 23 y/o stud) was making all the right moves on the dance floor. The time was nigh for a pash! But after more dancing and a little more kissing I was feeling guilty that he was far from H material.

His mate motioned him away, he said he was off home. Suddenly the Sharks were circling (warning, the salubrious Kellar bar at Thredbo is a veritable shark pool at 2am!). I surveyed the options and decided to go for the less hot but more my age option. It started off ok, but went down hill fast. He couldn't keep his hands off me and I just wasn't feeling it (not him)! He walked me home expecting an invite in. Clearly he was disappointed. What's a girl to do, he was a face sucker, I was having none of it.

The next morning, I was unimpressed to find he was being honest when claiming to be staying at my hotel. I strolled in to breakfast in my trackie dacks and walked bang into him . Neither of us was looking too hot right then! I suddenly remembered I'd left something in my room. Thankfully, on my 2nd attempt at breakfast, (15 minutes later) the coast was clear - or I would have had to starve.

The snow conditions were brilliant last weekend, probably the most I've ever seen at Thredbo. I somehow pulled myself together and spent a solid 6 hours on the slopes that day. Please be advised, I officially love snowboarding. I followed the day on the slopes with a 6pm massage. Not the best move in retrospect - it was then soooooo hard to get myself in the mood for the 2nd night out. I had to spark up though, something about the mountain air puts everyone in the mood for lurve....or at least lust!

It was an awesome night, it really was until disaster struck. I was in fine spirits, waxing lyrical to all that could hear about the quality talent about. Then it happened. There on the dance floor I spotted none other than conference man (yes you're correct in thinking, one of my original Mr Visions). My heart started to pump, my stomach felt queasy, I couldn't believe it. I danced nonchalantly into his line of site. He looked up, he smiled and waved and motioned me over. Blood pumping our dancing began.

So, I bet you are wondering what happened next? Let me save you the suspense. Nothing happened then! Why, why, why? Why is it when it comes to those that I have truly got the hots for do I get nothing! Yes we danced, yes he offered to buy me a drink. Yes but that' s it! He ruined my night. Clearly with him around there was no random flirting, not even any pashing for moi. I was too busy trying to look hot and cool all at once from a distance.

Oh well, all up an awesome weekend. Now I am back making my way through another bone cold winters week in Sydney. And my fingers are blue and frostbitten. I'm not even sure I can go to the pub with my fingers in this state?!

Yeah, I know I'm full of it. But one things for sure, it's not just bears that like to hibernate in winter!

xxxoooxxx