So yesterday was a fab day. I awoke home alone again, as Mr Ex and the children are still away. I got up, went for a run, came in showered and preened myself a little bit, did some cleaning in the house and then got ready to go to the gym. It was a sunny day yesterday, so I wore my running skirt rather than my trousers. I made sure I looked effortlessly beautiful as is always the look I am aiming for, grabbed my bag and headed out….

I headed to the gym, and as I was walking I was thinking about Louie. I wondered if I should go to the gym.. Would I be embarrassed to see him? Would he be embarrassed to see me? Then it dawned on me.. I wanted to see Louie. To not see Louie today, to not go to the gym, or to go to the gym and for him to not be there would disappoint me. I wondered if in between the girls interrogating him and waking up this morning he’d changed his mind about me? Has he spoken to his friends about me? Have they told him that I’m not worth it? I got to the gym and saw him. He was talking to someone and I smiled and gave him a small girly wave and headed for my treadmill. I saw the way his eyes lit up just slightly when he saw me. I didn’t imagine that, did I?

Anyways, I ran my ass off for a good 40 minutes before I left. I did 7km in that time. Louie was nowhere to be seen when I left although he’d been milling around throughout my entire workout. I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door, hoping he’d be in the reception area. He wasn’t. Never mind. He must be busy. Besides, I have better things to do.

I headed into town from the gym, to do a bit of shopping. I bought some nice clothes to wear, to go with my new super dooper funky shoes that are a cross between an 80s trainer and a high heel!! I sat in my favourite little café and had a pot of tea, some home made soup and a gorgeous slice of cheesecake. I headed home soon after that.

I started to get ready. My friend and date for the evening was supposed to be with me at 5pm, but she was late and didn’t show until closer to 7. Women!! Anyways, I’d bathed, put on my make up, done my hair jewellery and contact lenses and got dressed. I wondered if my shorts were too short, I asked my friend when she arrived if I looked like a slut. She said I didn’t at all. I told her I thought that if there was ever a time to show a serious bit of leg it was then. She agreed.

We got on the train to town and then headed to my favourite club in the whole world. It’s just fab and full of 80s stuff. I love it. We got in for free after some wrangling with the bouncer about whether the picture of the fat girl on my ID was me. He let me in and told me I was looking great. What a nice guy.

So my friend and I were having a good time. We had a few drinks, we partied. It was brilliant. We met some crazy crazy drunk people and generally had a good time. I asked the DJ to play my favourite songs and he did. He was fab. And very cute too. When my friend and I went to the bar for another drink, there was a guy waiting there in a weird yellow an white striped shirt. He was quite good looking. I saw him but didn’t acknowledge him. Alarm bells went off when he let us order our drinks first even though he was at the bar first. I find it strange when people (men) do nice things “just because” There’s always a motive.

Well my friend and I took our drinks and stood talking. The guy came over to us and started chatting. His name was Graham. He was australian. He seemed a throughly nice guy. My friend and I left him to dance when the DJ played another one of my requests. A while later Graham came and found us on the dancefloor. He didn’t dance with us but stood talking to me. He was a nice guy and everything, but I was there with one friend, not a group. I wondered if he knew my unwritten rule that it’s rude to hit on a girl when she’s there with only one friend. Maybe she just wants a girly night. Graham kept putting his arm around me, and soon his friend came over. The friend had long hair and I commented that I liked it. Graham put his arm around me again and asked me if I was “teasing him” by talking to his friend? Was I trying to make him jealous? I told him I don’t play games and that if it made me happier, I liked his hair too. Graham leaned into kiss me and I dodged the kiss. I just couldn’t do it. I did consider it for a split second, but I bailed out. Graham was quite embarrassed and apologised profusely. I told him not to apologise and that I take it as a compliment when a nice guy wants to kiss me. 

Graham went off to find his friend who had now vanished and I told my friend that I neededa loo break. We went to the loos and I told her that Graham tried to kiss me. She told me she knew, she saw. I told her it was weird. She told me I should have just “snogged his face off” because he was good looking and Australian! I  told her I couldn’t possibly do that. When she asked why I couldn’t, I don’t think she was expecting a response quite like the one she got. I told her “Did you know that there are like more germs in the human mouth than on a toilet seat?” she told me she didn’t know that. I continued.. “Well I wouldn’t go into a club and lick a toilet seat, because ewww, so why would I kiss a random guy and expose myself to all those germs?!” my friend laughed.

Graham found us again not long after and said he had to leave. He asked for my number. I figured there was no harm so gave it to him. It’s not like I answer calls on my mobile usually anyways. Graham left and my friend and I continued dancing. A while later my friend’s feet were hurting so we sat down. I pulled out my phone to take a pic of her and a guy came up and offered to take a pic of both of us. I agreed and gave him my phone. He took a lovely picture. He introduced himself and his friends. They were there for this one guy’s 30th birthday and my friend and I had to laugh – he looked miserable!

We told the guys that we were there because of a celebration because I used to be fat(ter!!) and they all congratulated me and told me they’d never have guessed that I wasn’t always that skinny. The miserable guy asked me a wholly inappropriate question that I took offence to. I walked off. He followed me and apologised. We stuck with those guys for the rest of the night. They were lovely. I chatted extensively with the miserable guy. He was socially quite awkward, quite deliious and very nice. He often put his foot in it and I liked that. When they all left the club I didn’t even know if the delicious guy was single – but jeez. I would love to see him again.

I danced on until 3am and had to be dragged off the dancefloor to go home at kicking out time. I’d had a wonderful wonderful night. I hope to have more just like it.

And that was my Saturday. I had better go now, I have woken up quite early in bed with my friend. We have to get dressed so I can take her to this cute little café I know.. Have I ever mentioned it before?!

Haha!!