An evening out, finally!

Wales, what a country!  Why?  Well, i’m getting to that!

You may remember last Friday, I was preparing to make a visit to the gay village in Manchester, the first one in quite some time.  The thing is, it didn’t quite go according to plan.  I got to the train station and froze, I just didn’t know what to say to the man looking at me strangely in the ticket office.  I said “oh, hang on a minute, i’ll be back soon”, I then tried another time, but exactly the same thing!  Just literally speechless.

Anyhow, yesterday I was in quite a positive mood for me.  My friend and his boyfriend have set a date for their wedding!  I was so pleased to hear that,  it was nice to hear some good news for a change, and as it doesn’t happen very often it tends to make me a little bit hyper for some reason.  I don’t know what i’m going to wear!  I think I have a suit somewhere!

So, while in this unusual positive frame of mind, I decided to take the plunge, and impulsively decided to go out for the evening to the gay village in Manchester.  A bit of dancing, which I love, and people commented to me how they thought I was attractive!  Some of them were, well, a lot PHWOAR!

One of them was Welsh (That’s where the flag comes in, you see, I hadn’t forgot it!), the accent was a big turn on straight away.  As soon as he started talking I thought no way is he going to say the same thing, I thought he might have been one of those types who know they look good and are constantly looking at themselves in the mirror.  He was a little over 6 foot I think.  jet black hair closely cropped with nice strong upper arms.  You can do a lot with strong upper arms, but i’ll not go into that now!

He told me he’d been watching me dancing and was impressed.  I blushed, naturally and didn’t know what to say, then he went on to ask what was I drinking, I am always careful when people ask me that as you hear stories don’t you of people spiking drinks.  I went to the bar with him and in that gorgeous voice he ordered a double brandy and lemonade, ah lovely!

Anyhow I was just kind of stood there thinking what on earth do I say.  He told me he played rugby, that wasn’t a surprise, i’d figured out he was very fit, then he said “you’re a sexy bastard”!  Wow!  Me?  He was really talking to me.  Ok got nothing to say, I looked at his lips and dove straight in there, what a great kisser!  I love a really passionate kisser!

We didn’t swap numbers this morning, I never do that, I don’t like giving strangers numbers, but when they’re hot like that they can take me to a quiet little corner and give me a little dose of passion, you can’t beat that sometimes, they should do that on the NHS for therapy!  One of them once a week on prescription, much better than any books I tell you!

Well, now I am extremely tired, i’m not really used to all those shenanigans now.

The train station this morning was a bit difficult to cope with I must admit, that’s why I don’t do this often.  Although the train was just before peak times, which wasn’t too bad.

I did say last week or the week before I wanted to make a fun post, well here it is, makes such a change!