Time flies.

Facebook threw up some memories today. GB had posted pictures from about 14 years ago and the very first picture is one of CH and myself looking very cosy together. I wouldn't say she was cuddling up to me, but we are very close.

It's also the first night I recall things not being entirely above board with regards to us being tactile, and what that might mean. If I remember the night in question there was at least 1 kiss that lasted too long and at least 1 incident where her hand was on my ass. Well, probably not the first night. I'm sure our chemistry was established by then, but I can't remember how tactile we were before the night in question.

Oh, and separately, that was the night where CC admitted to having a crush on GM. Nothing ever came of that, though. At least not that I'm aware. 

Forgettable.

I started watching a programme on Netflix called "Unforgettable". It's a police procedural about a girl who remembers everything and it's fucking awful. But yet I can't stop watching. I'm only six episodes in and there are four seasons. I want to stop but I just can't. The main character isn't particularly likeable and the progamme just doesn't have any real hook or character to it like NCIS, House or Elementary. The show's main character has complete recall but her mum has some kind of dementia which just feels so lazy to me. 

Just one more episode though...

Getting in position.

I was at my sis's yesterday for Sunday dinner. I was also quite drunk by the end of the evening, thanks to some beers and gins. I was not feeling on top of my game this morning when I woke, and I had a semi-remembered dream that involved FA2. Specifically, me having sex with FA2, trying to encourage her to do Reverse Cowgirl.

I'm pretty sure that it was a position that we never attempted in real life. I think I've posted before about trying to get FA2 to share more about what she actually liked in bed, but it was something she wouldn't do. I think every "new" position we tried apart from Missionary was a result of me mentioning it or manoeuvring us into it during sex. And yet even if she seemed to enjoy something we did, she never seemed to want to repeat it.

So, yeah, the dream involved fucking FA2 in Reverse Cowgirl which meant that when I woke, I was feeling groggy due to the alcohol from yesterday and horny as hell. I needed "The Cure" as FA2 called it. Which is nothing more than a fuck.

So after a couple of rounds me "me time", I took the day off. 

Sure bet?

It was after 11 PM by the time I got back into the house from the work event, and I had a good time. It was nice to see Quiet Girl, and I did get a chance to share the family news from a few weeks back. I got chatting to a few people, which kinda scratched the socialising itch that I've had for a while.

Also in attendance was Casino Girl. I've posted about her before here and here. I was up doing some casino stuff and chatting to her. When I returned to our table, QG raised an eyebrow.

"You're getting on well with that girl"

"Eh?" 

"Was she not flirting with you?" 

"I don't think so. She was just being nice. It's her job."

"Hmmm..."

"You disagree?"

"It looked like there was more to it than just being nice."

"I'm not gonna lie, I think she's cute, but she's also married if that ring's anything to go by."

"Ring?" QG looked at Casino Girl. "Oh. I guess not then."

And the night trundled on.

I was a little more drunk by the end than I would have liked, and I'm feeling really lethargic today, but I still had a good time. 

In the balance (cont'd)

Quiet Girl has decided that she will go to the ball*

I'm glad because I'd like to spend some time out of the house. And, just like last week, the pub offers opportunities to meet new people, chat to random people and, of course, Quiet Girl is good company.

I might even share the family news from a few weeks back. I'm not sure she knows. 

 *Work event. 

In the balance.

"Are you still going tonight, QG?" I asked over IM. We'd not swapped messages all week, and my pessimism around her attendance was ramped to 11.

"Mmmmm... TBD"

She followed up with an explanation.

"I had a crappy day yesterday. So I'll see how I feel later."

She's done this before and I was able to talk her into coming out. But I likely won't find out until mid-afternoon.

Wonderful.

I sent a message to KfW2:

"What are your plans for the weekend?"

It wasn't an invitation to maybe grab a drink, but a more general question. KfW2 loves Halloween, so I was betting there'd be a party or dressing up involved. I was right.

"I'm having a party, you should come up. But if you do, you have to dress up."

She knows I won't. She's invited me before. They tend to be two things: mainly family affairs and dress up parties.

"I'm at my sis's on Saturday, plus I don't have any costumes anyway!"

It's not a lie as such. I will be at my sister's at some point over the weekend. It's just not likely to be Saturday night. 

"I'll loan you one!"

"I'd look fantastic as Wonder Woman!" 

And now I'm thinking of KfW2 in a Wonder Woman costume. 

Shhhh...

For the past few days, I've had this niggling thought that Quiet Girl will decide not to attend this month's work night out. There's no reason for it. Quiet Girl, in the little we've arranged things, seems to be quite reliable. But we've had conversations in the past where she's admitted to cancelling meeting ex-colleagues because it would be her and one other bloke, in the pub.

At the start of the summer, QG was happy enough to sit in the pub with me while her husband wandered elsewhere. So maybe it was particular to the guy? Who knows. Maybe I'm simply over-thinking things as usual.

As far as I can tell, this Friday would be similar. While we would be surrounded by colleagues from across the company, it'll just be the two of us from our core socialising group. Would that give her the same concerns? It might... which is why I've not drawn attention to it. 

I admitted to USHW earlier that I was looking forward to Friday night, for the company and for the view. And with it being the night before Halloween, maybe lots of people in fancy dress.

What I can say for sure is that it's extremely unlikely that we're going to do our usual thing and end the night in CB Pub.

Que?

I'm strangely optimistic about this coming week for some inexplicable reason. There's nothing planned (so far) apart from the work event on Friday with Quiet Girl (and perhaps others). There could be more paperwork from the family stuff, but I'm waiting to hear back from a few people first.

And that's it. So I've no idea why I'm in such a good mood and actually looking forward to this coming week. 

About last night... (again)

A few weeks ago during one of my phases of surfing the online dating apps, I saw a profile that set something off. I knew that I recognised her, but I couldn't put my finger on where or how. The pictures gave off vague Nigella Lawson vibes. I stared at the pictures for a while, and the name definitely rang a bell, but the details eluded me.

I closed the app and went about my day. As sometimes happens, that train of thought ticked away in my subconscious and the answer popped into my head an hour or so later: she was FBS's husband's business partner. I don't think I'd ever met her, but I'd seen plenty of photos of their business online and some TV clips, too.

So, randomly, in the taxi home last night, FBS started talking about her. I admitted that I'd seen her on Tinder which strangely never drew any comments from either D or FBS herself.  But the conversation had changed from FBS sharing stories of a woman's disastrous online dating experiences to something else. A slight tonal shift but a shift nonetheless. FBS was describing the horrible time she'd had on Tinder and something else... was FBS trying to set me up with her or something?

She never said anything outright and I'd never offered my opinion on her as someone I'd like to date (attractive, but has kids and lives too far away for me). So by the time that D and I stepped out of the taxi, the moment was gone.

About last night...

It was a great night in the pub with FBS, D, Friction Guy and Opinionated Guy. I wasn't as drunk as I had feared, though I was still quite drunk. While I always enjoy our catchups, it felt like we laughed more last night than normal, though for no real reason. Age is catching up with us and so our health was the main topic of conversation. Out of the five of us, I am the only one not on regular medication.

FBS asked a guy sitting at the next table to take a picture of us, and I think it might actually be a decent one. I might ask her for a copy of it and see if it's any good.