Well, MW#1’s housemate thought I looked good… I have no idea what the man himself thought.
The morning after the night before:
(Dave I can send you a few more if requested)
I thought I probably looked rather fetching even with the hair and body art… my dress is awesome, and I accessorised with my black 30’s heels, fishnet stockings, pearl necklace (hardy har), no body hair whatsoever and protection in my purse. That’s right. Chaste.
I outdid myself by dropping my knife on the floor whilst trying my best to live up behaviourally to how I was dressed… it was my first excursion with MW#1 to a food outlet other than McDonalds… two gin and tonics (with lime for the scurvy), two glasses of wine in combination with nerves made me a Super Dork when I was trying hard to be soh-fist-ee-kayte-ed.
MW#1 appeared to be taking my request for no intimacy until we discuss to mean no compliments for efforts made, a disappointing amount of innuendo nor any of the usual small intimacies bestowed such as the kind passing touch. I don’t know if I fulfilled the requested brief of “classy yet sexy” but at least I dodged seeing Talladega Nights in my LBD…
He was understandably tired.
As you can see, I did at least gain a rather lovely souvenir on my arm… I will be watching (rather than taking part in) wrestling at MW#1’s Monday. Woo
“[MW#1] is by all accounts is still seeing the someone else, and that’s weird … part of me hopes he’s happy, or happier than he was with me – which he really does seem to be and thats a really good thing…”
Oh the intrigue.