Yeah, I'm still waiting for the kick in the balls.
It's all reared it's head again, which is why I thought I'd come back and have a look at what I put about it before.
I'm such an idiot. I have to look back at this last weekend and admit it was funny but ultimately a bad idea.
Spent the night in a hotel room with the girl previously mentioned as Saturday's girl, but nothing happened (it was 6 in the morning when we finally crashed and I was very tired and drunk). We went shopping the next day and things were going very well. Thought I was doing pretty nicely. We'd even agreed if we got together, which celebrities we would still be allowed to shag. Then we go to a pub. We meet up with my brother and friends. I drink a lot. Start blowing raspberries on the belly of another female friend. Michelle goes home disgusted.
I then go back to my house with my brother and buddies, and spend a large portion of the night talking in depth with my new girl housemate, and drinking more wine before deciding at the end of the night that I must be gay, and announcing to the world that I'm a raving homo.
Course woke up the Monday morning feeling awful and realising I'm blatantly not gay, and I'll probably not be going out for dinner with Saturday's girl as originally planned due to the drunkeness and raspberries. I can't remember who was still there at my house when i made my homo declaration, but I'll bet I hear about that one again (and again). Jeezy creezy I was drunk
As my dad said when I told him this story, at least people know when they go out with me they're going to be entertained.
If anyone has a copy of Santa Vittoria on DVD, (even if it's a dodgy copy) I'd be so interested in getting hold of it. I remember absolutely adoring this film.
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