In case you were wondering, the boozing t’other night went well. I met Curly after work and he took me out for a romantic meal. He rather spoilt the atmosphere by branding me “short”. A fair comment maybe, but still. I consoled myself with the fact he has a really loud voice.
Onward to the pub, and it was one of those places where the music volume and general bustle was just that little too much for group conversations to prosper. I initially sat there nodding in a clueless fashion to much of what was said. So far, it appears I didn’t inadvertently agree to do anything I’d later regret.
The most intriguing moment came when I suggested to Deanne that she and I swapped places in order to mix it all up a bit. Shortly after Deanne had taken my spot next to Monica, she abruptly upped and left. I’m not yet sure what exactly Monica said to her. It must have been good.
Nobody complimented my ears or my eyebrows.
There was a merciful absence of a hangover the next morning, and I took Curly to my favourite café, primarily for him to meet the bloke who owns it: The Friendliest Man In The World. There was some confusion regarding Curly’s Canadian rugby jersey and Curly wasn’t too keen on his sausages, but aside from that they seemed to get on pretty well.
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