Making the Naughty List
Mood: Tired
Listening to: Australian Story
This year, for possibly the first time ever, I'm going to make Santa's Naughty List, rather than his Nice one.
Last night, I was going to be good. I was. I really really was.
I went down to the pub, and sold my raffle tickets. There were not many people that I knew there, which was odd, cos I know most people in town now.
But an older mate of mine was there with a rather attractive man, who he introduced as Jay. Jay is from Melbourne, the son of a friend of my mates. He's a painter by trade, and buff. My god. Buff.
My mate was saying to me that I should look after Jay, play some pool, have a drink, have a good night. I said, no, I was going home at seven, to have an early night.
What can I say. I was eventually convinced. So we stayed at the pub until quite late, my amazing neighbours arrived, and we played pool with them. It was a really fun night out, and he was lovely.
We went for a walk after the pub, and we sat for a little while down by the water. The moon was up, the stars were shining, it was really romantic. He kissed me.
It was amazing.
He was amazing.
So much for not getting into trouble.
