All The Small Things

I'm still knackered, so here is the last week in a snapshot.

Tuesday:

• Mrs Macca rocks into town. Trivia night happens. Awesome.
• Catch up with lots of old mates.
• Drink hot milos at Truckstop with Mrs. Macca.
• Lovely to catch up with Mrs. Macca in particular, and her skirt was To Die For. Just FYI. She's very clever and made it herself.

Wednesday:

• School Holiday Program, supervising.

Thursday:

• School Holiday Program, Pool Comp, supervising.
• Actually more fun than it sounds!
• Lunch with Camilla afterwards.
• Committee Meeting. Tell bosses that I'm not coping well. They are super duper supportive, and it should work out well.

Friday:

• Hit pub with beautiful Mrs. Macca, and her fiance... who has an unhealthy interest in my sex life or lack thereof. How many times can one ask for "more detail on the blog"?? LOL So we shall call him La Voyeur for now, unless a better name pops into my head. It may later. I'm pretty buggered at the moment.
• Take a "Lovely Guy" back to work, where we all drink Vodka and play pool for a long time.
• Actually, thats not accurate. Mrs. Macca, La Voyeur, and Mrs. Maccas younger brother played pool. "Lovely Guy" and I were in my office chatting.
• Actually, thats not really accurate either. We chatted a bit, but mostly we were making out.
• He gave me two hickies. Gross. Not Happy.
• But he was an EXCELLENT kisser, so was very happy.
• Thats all the detail you're getting La Voyeur. I think.
• So then Mrs Macca went home, dragging her team behind her, and leaving me some rather charming notes on my desk!!!!!! (I love you too, and yes, he did want that, and yes, he did rather didn't he!! LOL)
• And I went home with Lovely Guy. Rompiness ensued.
• Groan, Sigh, Moan. Seriously, thats all you're getting!!
• It was awesome. He asked me out at Christmas time and I said no.
• I'm a fricking idiot.
• A Fricking Idiot.
• And now, now that I've come round, realised that he's lovely, and want to go there, he's moving to WA next week.
• Not sorry that I spent the night though. At. All.

Saturday:

• So at 7ish I walked home, no sleep whatsoever.
• I had to go past work to pick something up, and the butchers saw me.
• More particularly, the girl butcher who hates me, and the girl who occasionally works at the butchers and wanted Lovely Guy bad saw me. HA HAA.
• Get fire re-cranking.
• Get half an hours sleep.
• Get up and have quicky brekkie with Mrs. Macca, before she and La Voyeur and her little bro have to head off.
• Wave goodbye to friends, thinking the only time I ever seem to pash on with boys is when I go out with Mrs. Macca and La Voyeur. And that at those times, I get bitten by those boys. Coincidence?? I think NOT!!
• Have long hot shower.
• Have a half hour Nana Nap.
• Head around to girlfriends house to help her move.
• Girlfriends husband has organised four hot young military type people to help him move the furniture. They are Hot. Ranging from extremely extremely hot (Brent - 10) to extremely hot (Thomas & Ben 9 & 8.5) and regular hot (Matt - 8)
• Spend day unpacking boxes and perving.
• And discussing hotness of military types with girlfriend.
• And adjusting scarf hiding hickies.
• And trying not to laugh at girlfriend trying not to laugh at me adjusting scarf to hide hickies from hot military types.
• Singing and dancing. (seriously)
• Leave girlfriends at 4.30 to go home and get ready for Footy Ball, formal event which I was attending with my Dad that night.
• Get dressed, black strapless evening gown. Hot makeup. Hot hair. Looking the goods.
• Drop by girlfriends house in response to SMS saying "Guess who's got the hots for you!" (Like I could wait till the next day to find out!! Especially as I was looking the goods and all!)
• Crushed as boys had left to go home and have a shower.
• Stoked that boys were returning and staying the night.
• And that the Extremely Extremely Hot Brent had told girlfriend that he rather fancied me and was disappointed that I wasn't coming back.
• Instantly decide I'm coming home after Ball to go to girlfriends house.
• Head to Ball.
• Eat, Drink, Be Merry.
• Get asked out by very very cute man, late 20's, dimples. 'Nough said. Said Yes. Gave number. Awaiting phone call.
• Dance. Drink softdrink. Dance with little brother, who informs me that he doesn't wish to dance with me, because its wrong. Its wrong because his friends are checking me out, and I'm his sister, and thats just wrong. I agree.
• Secretly pleased that friends are checking me out, as friends are hot.
• Dance with tall, funny, handsome friend of brother. He waltzed me round, spun me and dipped me. MMMMMmmmmm.
• Midnight. Asked to drive little brother and 2 hot friends (including above) into town on way home to girlfriends party.
• Agree.
• On walking to car, am dismayed to see large puddle. Think shoes are going to get wrecked.
• Am swept into arms of tall, funny, handsome dancing man, and carried to my car.
• (Swoon, chivalry is alive and well!)
• Shoe falls off due to sweeping motion, and lands in puddle. Sigh. Typical.
• Drive lads to town. They talk about boners. And imported beer.
• Drop lads off. Tall, funny, handsome, dancing man asks me out. Said yes, gave number. Arranged date today, update on Tuesday *promise*
• Drive home to girlfriends, thinking how cool my life is. Sex last night. Two dates so far tonight. Dancing with lots of cute boys. Feeling awesome. Hoping everyone still up at girlfriends house.
• They are. Go in, say hi, then say, I'll be back in a minute, just going home to get changed.
• EEH Brent say's "Why get changed, you look great"
• Swoons.
• Goes home and get rugged up anyway. Pick up drinks.
• Back to girlfriends, where all boys are very chatty and flirty. Cute as.
• Laugh and chat and play.
• Long story short, EEH Brent and RH Matt and I are last ones left up.
• EEH Brent is sitting beside me holding my hand.
• I'm talking to RH Matt about quantum physics, poetry, TS Elliot, E A Poe, Shakespear, the universe, Taoism, abortion. He was super intelligent, and I found myself thinking wow. He's not Regular Hot, he's extremely Hot.
• Continued having "Brain Sex" with Matt for some time. Awesomeness.
• Again, long story short, Matt is maggotted. Decide to stick with Brent.
• Take Brent home at 6.30am.
• *Ponders evilness of having relations with two boys in two days*
• *Decides, bugger it. It averages out to one every three months, so therefore its all OK.*
• Is BLOWN AWAY by the skills of the young man in question.
• Is still slightly horrified to think that young man was only 20!!
• He he he. He was only 20 . I wonder if all 20 year olds are so enthusiastic?? He was incredibly hot, WOW.
• Groan, Moan, Sigh. Really, Really Loud.

Sunday:

• Gets half an hour sleep. Sends EEH Brent home at 8.45. Goes back to sleep.
• Gets nowhere near enough sleep.
• Has shower and gets dressed.
• Pick up Nicky.
• Gets phonecall from tall, funny, dancing, handsome man and arranges date for Tuesday night.
• Sits down, satisfied happy and exhausted and writes rather long incoherant blog entry that weaves all over the shop and has real grammatical issues, not least of which is the third person / first person inconsistancies, and the complete lack of proof reading.
• Goes to bed.
• Thats future tense. See what I mean?
• Its the brain sex that did it to me. RH Matt is loaning me that Hawking book on the universe, A short history of time? Something like that. I'm too bloody tired to even know what the things called. Bugger. Anyway, he is. That'll be good I reckon.
• I also reckon that military types get a totally bad rap. They were four really very lovely, polite, articulate, intelligent and attractive young men. So not all military types are arseholes.
• I guess the fact that they knew each other from an officers training probably made a difference. They were all either NCO's or officers, so I guess thats different to regular enlistees.
• Shit I'm a judgemental bitch!! LOL.
• I'm sure all military types, non military types and, shit, everyone is bloody lovely.
• I'm rambling. I'm sorry.
• Goodnight.