I've just got back to Dublin after
spending the last few days in my parents' house down the country. And
I'm only exhausted after my shenanigans.
I seem to have developed a penchant for
slightly younger men. After hooking up with that 28-year-old a few
weeks back, I hooked up with a 29-year-old on Saturday night! Honest
to God I did!
I met him in the local late bar, where
half the town (including Ex Man) was celebrating the long weekend in,
em, style – albeit rather drunken style.
It was a bit like a meat market
actually but I guess nobody cares too much at that hour of the early
morning.
He who was 29 caught my attention
immediately
Anyway, EM was out of his brains as
usual and after chatting briefly to him, I went off to join my
friends. I had just gotten a drink when along came the 29-year-old,
who caught my attention immediately.
He was one of those tall and lean
types, with dark hair that was not long, but not cut really short
either. And he had that slightly dishevelled look that I always find
to be very sexy. (Clean cut generally does nothing for me.)
I was busy noting to myself how
attractive he was and it turned out the feeling was mutual 'cause he
made a beeline for me, according to my friend who was observing
everything beside us.
I actually didn't think I was in the
mood
But you know, as alluring and all as he
was, I didn't think I was in the mood for being chatted up. I'm in
the midst of moving on from the whole Old Flame experience and I
simply wanted a night on the town with my mates.
So I was polite to him and all that,
while not going as far as giving him any sort of positive signal.
Until I realised he was really funny and entertaining. And the next
thing I knew I was flirting back.
When it came to closing time he asked
me if he could walk me home and I said OK, even though I live so near
the pub that it's hardly even a walk.
We kissed and I invited him in
When we got to my front door we kissed!
It was so nice that I asked him in “for coffee” and we kissed
some more in the living room.
And that's all we did. He was the
perfect gentlemen I must say – there was none of that
alcohol-fuelled fumbling that is so typical in such a situation!
He left at 4am and I went to bed
smiling, then woke up smiling and I was still smiling when my mother
casually asked me over breakfast who I'd brought home with me the
night before.
It was a bit like being a teenager
again only now I can't get in trouble for anything I get up to as I'm
too old!
It is what it is and I'm happy with
that
We exchanged numbers although it's a
bit pointless as I live in Dublin and he doesn't. But what the hell,
I'm happy it happened anyway.
It was a bit of clean, sweet and
innocent fun and it absolutely lifted my spirits. I mean, it's not
every day I get to lock lips with a charming and sexy younger man who
is not expecting to get laid on the spot!
Plus it's good for both me and my ego
to know that I can pull someone so good looking who is six years my
junior to boot!