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!