GOOD TO THE BOYS

Last night, Stewart came back from Oz for his first night out with us. Everything was going alright til Jon and I were dancing and found Cam and Stewart having a bit of an argument. (Well Stewart was rambling about things changing since he left) The upshot of it is, Stewart got thrown out The Tunnel, Cam followed to sort it out, Jon and I got pissed - royally - and I met a guy!!!

The gay scene in Glasgow and everyone knows everyone - kinda - and if they don't know them, they know someone who's been with them! So, was dancing and had clocked this guy who was getting up close and personal with somebody else. Somehow in my drunken stupor, I managed to position myself so that he would literally have to rugby tackle me to pass me without noticing I was there. So we spoke for a bit. This is not one of my strong suits especially when 3 sheets to the wind but I did muster a few words which must have placated him because before long, I was smooching away. This is something I'm not a big fan of at the best of times but actually got quite into it and spent a fair bit of the night kissing him. He was a tad adventurous with his hands to put it mildly and I did tell him I wasn't a slut - just good to the boys - so managed to maintain some dignity, although a part of me wanted to just take him home and fuck with him til I passed out. We exchanged numbers and I was delighted that he called and then text me this morning when I was still pissed, he has mentioned that curse word :- D.A.T.E. But as I like to think of myself as an adaptable kinda gal, I may just see what this whole dating this is all about. At least for a change I know his name! 3 cheers for me!!