Office Xmas Party

Ug! I feel like death! It was the xmas party of the company I used to work for last night and I got an invite so went along. I have to say I haven't been that wasted in a while but I was one of about 400 people who were all hammered so at least I wasn't the only one. The party was held at a beautiful stately home type place that has been converted for public use in Belgravia and the theme was Las Vegas. I wore a black dress which was long and low cut with kitten heels, my hair down and my set of rose quartz jewelery. I think I've lost some weight recently and felt really good last night and I was really excited about seeing all my coleagues again because they are lovely people. I don't think I did anything too embarrassing, I didn't grope the boss or end up shagging some one I worked with or anything like that, but I did fall over quite spectacularly on the dance floor. I was dancing with one of the gay guys who happened to be wearing a kilt and I guess I must have tried to wrap my legs around his waste or something, because one minute we were dancing, the next minute I was flat on my back on the floor with him on top of me, his kilt up around his arse and people lifting him off me and helping me up. It was actually quite hilarious, he was obviously too pissed to hold my weight so we'd just hit the floor instead. I'm amazed my back is ok today though.

H and S were also there, the married lesbian couple I made friends with through work and they were trying to set me up with some random gay girl who apparently works there but who I' had never seen before. I don't think she was particularly interested though because after dancing together for a while she wondered off and later I saw her in the loos having a rather passionate snog with some other woman, which was fine with me because I just wanted to dance and wasn't interested in getting laid. At the end of the night we were all trying to get cabs and they were few and far between, so I ended up sitting on the pavement, it seemed like a good idea at the time, and then when the cab droppped Caroline and me off near my house she tripped over and went sprawling and I went down with her, ending up on my back for the second time that night. I vaguely remember making us cups of tea when we got in and somehow managed to take the dog out for a wee and then we must have just collapsed in to bed because the next thing I remember is waking up at around six this morning in my underwear dying of thurst with Caroline flat out beside me.

Apart from the fact that I'm paying for getting totally wasted today it was a fantastic night. It was a free bar so I hardly spent any money, I got to catch up with everyone again, I danced my arse off and had a really good giggle and then spent this morning drinking tea, eating toast and reliving the night's events with Caroline. I'm supposed to be meeting Naughty Angel tonight and possibly some other people for a night out, I think I might suggest going for a civilised meal or something because I don't think I could drink again. Spanish Girl has been making noises about wanting to come over tomorrow so maybe I'll see her once more before christmas and that'll be it. She's going back to Spain in the new year for a while so it'll probably fizzle out naturally then anyway. I'm off to have a nice long bath with a bath bomb from Lush and try and get back to feeling human again.

Upbeat

Burrr it's so cold! Yesterday I went out and bought a lovely thick cream coloured winter coat with flease lining and a big hud which I quickly wrapped around my ears while my teeth chattered. It's the kind of weather that makes you want to stay home with the curtains drawn and the heat turned up, wrapped in a blanket with the dog curled up next to you snoring away while the rain drums on the roof and it grows dark outside. I've not been doing much of that though over the past few days, I've seen quite a lot of DL and it's actually been really lovely. She came to commedy on Wednesday, and then on Thursday she came to my place after work and I made dinner, and then yesterday we spent the day shopping and went out for dinner last night to my favourite Thai restaurant. We've been managing to have quite good conversations about things and she knows that I'm seeing some one casually although she knows nothing about her, and she's going to start looking for a new place to live so that she can move out of her mum's in the new year. I also had a catch up phone conversation with my friend Sean on Thursday night and he made me really belly laugh when he did a very good impression of Borat, and told me about his gay crush. My comment in response to his embarrassment was,
"Everyone wants to get shagged up the arse at some point in their life whether they're male or female, gay or straight,"
to which he cracked up and said he was going to put it on his facebook page as one of his favourite quotes. He also said, "I really miss you. I can't talk about sex with anyone else," which was a complement, I think, and apparently he gets wine served in some of his evening lectures as part of his MA course which I thought was fantastic.

Tonight, well in about an hour actually I'm heading in to town to go for a meal and then to Soho with the girls for a birthday party, and tomorrow I have a fun packed day. In the morning I'm going to
Erotica 2007
with some friends and in the evening I'm meeting the girls from work to go to the pub. I'll try and write again tomorrow to let you know what I bought, no doubt I won't be able to resist walking past all the stalls selling sex toys without buying a little something to keep me tick tick tickking!

Not so commic weirdos

Yesterday was my day for attracting the more strange members of our society. I got on the bus to come home, which is thankfully only about a five minute journey, and straight away this guy started saying, “How are ya then? How are ya?” very loudly. I smiled and said “fine thank you,” and he jumped up and gave me his seat which was very nice of him. He then sat behind me and every minute or so tapped my shoulder and said, “how are ya then, how are ya?” Then he bent down to the dog and started talking to her, saying things like, “’Av a fackin’ drink then, that’s what I say, ‘av a fackin’ drink!” I sat there silently praying he would quietly go away, and when it was my stop I willed him to stay on the bus which he thankfully did.

Last night I went to a comedy night at a very well known gay pub in London. The group of girls I meet during the week went last Wednesday but because I was up north I couldn’t go. They’d said how funny the comedians were, but honestly I haven’t laughed so much in a long time. Last night they were all women, two gay and one straight I think. The compare, I can’t remember her name, Zoe something was great, I could have watched her all night. The first act wasn’t all that great but I think it was because she was nervous and therefore her delivery suffered. She was very aggressive and it was almost like you could see her willing you to laugh at what she was saying which had the opposite effect. She got a mixed reaction from the audience. But the headline act, Kitty Flannigan (think that’s how you spell it) was absolutely fucking hilarious!!! She had me bent double in my seat, crying with laughter from the minute she walked on stage. By the end of the night my throat was hoarse from so much belly laughing and I’m sure my mascara was streaked with the tears. An absolutely fantastic night, I’m going again next week. Also my crush was there and it seemed like she made quite an effort to talk to me. I felt a bit awkward at first but then told myself not to be ridiculous and it was fine after that.

So then, on the way home, weirdo number two came along. I’ve been feeling a little anxious about coming home late at night, especially as it’s starting to get dark earlier now. But my area is a nice one and I walk along a main road so have been feeling reasonably ok with it. Last night I didn’t get to the tube station until midnight though so there was hardly anybody around. I started walking down the road, and this guy just came out of nowhere at the side of me and started saying, “here doggy doggy,” to Una, but not in a nice way, in a horrible kind of menacing way. You know when you can just tell, there are some people who are weird, sort of ok can deal with you kind of weird, and then there are those who are weird like nasty dangerous very unnerving kind of weird. Well he was one of them. He repeatedly called the dog, so I speeded her up and began to walk very quickly, baring in mind I was in heels. A bit further down the road I passed a couple of people and felt better, but then when they had gone I heard the weird guy shout something from a little way behind me. That’s when my fast walk turned in to a fast jog, and I fumbled in my bag for my phone and called F and told her to talk to me because there was a strange man following me. Thankfully I got home without incident, but it really shook me and I need to rethink how I’m going to get home now that winter is drawing in. It wasn’t at all a nice feeling and I know the next time I have to make that journey I’ll be super edgy. Ended up staying up until two talking to F on the phone, having one of our wonderful debates, this time about left or right wing politics, black culture in the UK, and prejudice among other things. I love talking to her, and things got so tense, in a good way, that we both ended up feeling rather horny and digressing to talking about fucking each other. She doesn’t have classes tomorrow an she’s threatened to come and give me a warm up session in preparation for Saturday night, not sure if she will though, haha.

Guess I’d better get back to the job hunting, joy oh joy!

Fun times

Christ, I haven’t stopped this week. On Monday I was overjoyed to see my friend Kim waiting for me at reception in the building where I work. I came through the door and there she was, and we had the longest hug ever and it was lovely to see her. We spent the whole afternoon together, chatting, eating great food and shopping. We went to a fab Italian restaurant in Soho, wondered around and bought make up, and then I insisted upon taking her to First Out for coffee and cake only to find it was closed. So we ended up at the coffee shop in Silver Moon bookshop, where hilariously while I was in the loo, a woman recognised Una and said to Kim, “Haven’t I seen her in First Out?” Kim replied, “Yes you probably have, her owner goes there a lot.” I love how the dog gets noticed but I don’t, haha. It’s because she’s so bloody gorgeous that’s why! Anyway we didn’t stop talking all afternoon, catching up on everything that’s been happening, baring in mind we hadn’t seen each other for three months which is the longest we’ve ever gone without meeting up. Anyway it was fab fab fab to see her and I was sad to leave her and miss her lots! That evening I made my way home and didn’t do a lot, just read a little and went to bed.

Tuesday I took Una to the vets after work and then went out in the evening to the usual Tuesday group meeting. We were small in numbers this week and so decided to go to a bar rather than stay in First Out, and I think everyone had a bit to drink. I also invited the girls to my house warming on Friday, one in particular I was hoping would come because I have a rather large crush on her and she’s very, very attractive and I would quite like to kiss her for hours, hold her hand while walking down the street, cook her some good food, take her to bed and stay awake all night touching and tasting every inch of her body and then hold her while she sleeps in my arms. Anyway that’s besides the point… I left the bar feeling exhausted and crawled in to bed at around midnight.

Wednesday I tried to stay awake at work and then went out again with the same group of girls, lucky me, to a different bar this time. This one was quieter and more chilled and after a couple of diet cokes I gave in and spent the rest of the evening drinking Bailies and trying not to make eyes at the hot hot one. Did I mention that I wanted to kiss her for hours, hold her hand………

Thursday didn’t go especially well. DL called me in the morning on her way to work and we had a huge fight. Basically her birthday is on Monday and she’d said she didn’t want to do anything at the weekend and that she was intending to work instead. She’d been insisting about this for weeks and weeks and I’d asked her if she was sure countless times. So I went ahead and made plans for this weekend, and on Wednesday she dropped into the conversation that we were apparently going for dinner on Saturday night. “No we’re not,” I said, “I’ve made plans because you said you didn’t want to do anything.” So then she flipped out and said that she obviously wasn’t important, blah blah blah, and gave me a huge guilt trip, and to be honest I was so angry because she can be so damn manipulative. Not wanting to do anything turned in to, “I wanted to spend the whole weekend with you,” and I ended up hanging up feeling pissed off and upset and running late for work. We’d planned to see each other that evening to go to the cinema to see Atonement, so we stuck to that and she resigned herself to the fact that because she hadn’t communicated her feelings properly she wasn’t going to get her way this time, it still didn’t stop her feeling sorry for herself though. Jesus Christ, sometimes she can be intolerable. Anyway we had a nice evening even though I was feeling emotional, the film was great, but it didn’t end too well. We were in the car on the way back to my place when I got a text from BB. I’ve basically decided to leave that situation alone because she couldn’t give me what I wanted and I didn’t think I could really be friends with her, and when she texted me all the emotions of the day I’d been holding in just came to the surface and I sat there with tears streaming down my face and staring out the window so that DL wouldn’t see me crying. Of course she picked up that there was something wrong and I said it was nothing, just that it was about some one I’d been sort of seeing. When we got back to my place she hugged me goodbye and that started me off again, and then she started crying and saying that she couldn’t handle me being with other women, that it cut her up and she didn’t know what to do. To be honest I think that we are going to have to have a break from the friendship for at least six months because although she tries to pretend she’s ok with everything, she’s really not, and it’s a year on and she’s still not even beginning to get over the relationship. I know it must sound cruel the fact that we still meet up and spend time together, but I really do think that the break has to be her idea. I’ve tried putting distance between us before with disastrous consequences, and I think the more I push her away the more she’ll keep coming back. So I want it to be her decision because then she’ll be in control of her feelings and maybe taking charge of things will help her get herself back on track. I hope so at least. Anyway after a long chat she left and I went to bed.

On Friday I woke up not feeling much better and went in to work feeling like shit. I sat there wanting to cry for most of the morning, god knows where all this is coming from, I must be due on my period because that’s the only reason I can account for feeling so fucking sensitive about everything. Anyway on Friday afternoon I had my flat to clean and prepare for the party, and the excitement of the night ahead cheered me up. It was a lovely evening, all my friends came and also some people from work, the girls from the gay group including the one I really, really fancy. I put on a bit of food and wore a skirt with a fairly low cut top and sandals, the chocolate fountain came out and the wine was flowing, so much so that towards the end of the night I ended up falling asleep on the bathroom floor, woops. Thankfully the crush had left by then so she didn’t see the inebriated me.

So yesterday I woke up not being able to lift my head off the pillow. It felt like a thousand led balls were rolling around in my brain, and after a cup of tea and some tablets I felt only slightly better. I finally got up and cleared away all the empty bottles to be recycled, and did the washing up and hoovered and mopped the floors. That afternoon my blogger friend F was arriving for the weekend so I wanted the place to look nice. Let me give you a brief history of me and F so that you’re up to speed.

We met through blogging just over a year and a half ago, she was living in another country and I was with DL. So we were friends for ages, and then a little while after I finished with DL we started to cross the line of intimacy on the phone. By this time she’d moved to the UK to study and we went on in this fashion for a bit. We stopped talking for a while because I felt she was getting a little intense and I was still quite cut up about the break up, so we sort of fell out and didn’t speak for a few months. When I moved to London I sent her an email saying I hoped that she was ok and that I thought of her, and she got back in touch and we’ve gradually built the friendship back up. She’s somewhat older than myself and we’re from completely different backgrounds and cultures, so it makes for an interesting friendship. We spend hours on the phone debating about all kinds of things, and we have regular and great phone sex. So anyway we’d been talking about meeting for a while now so that we could put faces to voices etc, and this weekend was the date we’d arranged. I was pretty nervous having shared things on the phone but never having met her before, and for the first couple of hours I was a bit quiet and giggly and she kept laughing and saying how nervous I looked. Anyway we ordered take out and chatted for a while and we were both quite tired so went to bed fairly early. We stayed awake and chatted for a while, and I was surprised at how shy and awkward I felt. I’d not backward in coming forward as we all know, but when she’d make a comment eluding to something sexual we’d talked about I’d go red and laugh nervously, even though I just wanted to be as open and forward as she was being inside. After a while of talking I turned on my side and she spooned me, cuddling in close. I think we were both thinking the same thing because after a while of being restrained her hand crept around my waste and the rest as they say, is history. Two orgasms later I was shattered and starting to fall asleep as she was talking to me. I remember muttering my apologies and saying that she’d knocked me out and then I was away with the faeries. We woke quite early this morning and I made tea and we lay in bed chatting for hours. Until I said, “I really want to play with your nipples,” and then it started all over again, the poor neighbours. Feeling satiated we eventually got out of bed at about three, showered and had some food. She left around five and texted a little later to say she’d had a wonderful time. I have to agree. So now I’m catching up with emails and obviously blogging and getting ready for my last week at work. Boohoo! Tomorrow is DL’s birthday so we’re going out for dinner, I hope it goes without incident.

Hilarious and so true

A friend of mine emailed this to me, and I'm posting it here because, as a lesbian who has been hit on by bi curious women, I find it incredibly humourous!

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Dear Bi-curious Drunk Girls,

I have something I need to get off my chest. While it's been fun, the
kissing and making out and such, something's got to give. You see, I know
the minute you start talking about how you "like girls, too", or "think about women a
lot" that you're eventually going to ask me to kiss you. I don't mind this
at all. In fact, I generally enjoy it. Where I start having a problem is when I
try to decide just how drunk you are.

I mean, I've been there, drunk that is. And I've been taken advantage of a
time or two in that inebriated state. And while I'll be the first to admit I
can be a real asshole at times, I try not to take advantage of other people.
I consider nailing a girl who's had a few too many "taking advantage". Even
if she acts like that's what she wants. Even if she drunk dials me an hour
later. You know you didn't leave anything in my car.

I'm just asking for a little help here. So today, while you're relatively
sober, this is what I want you to do:

Give me written permission.

That's right, put it on paper. Say "I (fill in the blank), being of sound
and sober mind, give permission to the next hot dyke I hit on to nail me
soundly.
Sincerely, (fill in the blank again)." Then make sure you take it with you
the next time you head out to get shit-faced.

It's that simple.

It will make me feel better about doing what I want to do anyway, which is
you.

Sincerely,

An ethical, but sexually frustrated queer

Gosh, I'm so busy!

Three weeks til freedom! Three weeks til freedom! That's my mantra at the moment to get me through the bordom of writing essays and revising for exams. I recently got some grades back and they were fine so it looks as though the hard work is paying off. I did some calculations the other day and if I carry on getting the grades I have been, I should definitely get a 2:1, so that's keeping my momentum up. It's been much of the same really over the past week, just alternating between working and flat hunting. I had almost given up hope and then today I had four phone calls and will hopefully go and view some propperties next Saturday. My social life has also been excellent though, I seem to have the whole work/play balance going on, although after this week my social calendar has to be completely empty and I'll have to start saying no to going for drinks etc so that i can stay home and just work work work. So far this week, on Tuesday I had my friends Mel and Rosie round for dinner which was lovely. I cooked and we drank lots of wine and chatted lots, mostly about sex and relationships funnily enough haha. Mel's in her 40's and has two teenage kids and hasn't had a guy around for a long time, so she regails us with stories of her youth and her kids etc which are always very funny. Then on Wednesday I worked for most of the evening and then went up to the flat above to see M and R, and A my flatmate was there too, plus R's boyfriend. There I drank more wine, and competed in Shower Off, which is going to be the new sport that got started right here in this apartment block, unless other people have done it before which we don't know about. It's absolutely hilarious especially after a few glasses of wine. Everyone has to have a shower, and use the same products which in our case were shampoo, conditioner and shower jell. Some one has to stand outside the bathroom with a stop watch and time how long it takes you to get in to the bathroom, have a shower and get out again, and obviously whoever does it in the fastest time is the winner. Whell origionally in fourth place it was M, then A my flatmate, then R who did it in just under three minutes. So i was like, "I could so beat you all," and I don't think they believed me, so I went and got my towel and hair stuff and competed. I did it in a record breaking 1 minute 58 seconds, which i think is quite impressive. I think I pissed R off because he's very competitive and didn't think he'd get beaten, it was hilarious. So far no one else has beaten my score, we need to set up a score board on facebook so people can join the group and write their scores. Heehee, it was a great way to de-stress. Then on Thursday I went over to have dinner with the girl's from choir, one of which I'm rather attracted too as I've mentioned before. They're both lovely though and planning to get married which is obviously wonderful, they seem very happy and I'm really looking forward to the wedding, they're very well suited. There I drank, you guessed it, yet more wine, and then last night I had friends over for drinks and a smoke which was great. I've never actually gotten stoned before, I've been passively stoned but never smoked myself, and so I am no longer a weed virgin after last night. It didn't really affect me that much, I must have quite a high tolerance to it or something, but we had a great time and the last people didn't leave until after two. Today I've been for coffee with my very, very, very cute friend Helen, which has done my head in slightly because we did rather a lot of flirting, and I've always found her attractive but we've either both or either one of us has been in relationships while we've known each other, so I have to behave myself. If she ever does become single while I am though I'll most definitely make a play to seduce her. I just have this mental image of her in my bed, me trailing kisses all down her body until she starts beging for it. Hmm, ok that's enough of that!

Next week is going to be hectic. It's my birthday mid week and so on Monday my dad's coming to take me out for dinner, Tuesday my mother and DL are coming and we'll go out that night, Wednesday I'm having a party here at the flat, Thursday DL and I are going for a pampa day at the Spa at the Hilton, then Friday we're both going down to London and I'm viewing houses on Saturday. Phew, and I have to fit work in somewhere too. My god! Well I'm home all weekend now so I should get stuff done.

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Ok saying that, Kim just called possibly wanting to go to the gay bar in town for drinks tonight, and I'm well up for that! So maybe not staying in all weekend afterall. I'm feeling very troublesome today, I'm in the mood to do something wild... It probably won't happen though, I'm not usually that lucky. What I'd really like is to meet a very sexy lady while I'm out tonight, and have her totally seduce me in to a night of passion. Maybe I'll text Helen and let her know where we are, just in case she might want to come join us... *slaps own wrists* Will I ever learn to behave?

Timberland baby!

Oh my fucking God, I am absolutely loving Timberland's new album, Shock Value. Haven't heard something so good in a long long time, the guy is a ledgend!

Don't have time to post propperly at the moment, I have so many deadlines within the next couple of weeks that I have to work like a mad woman to get everything finished, and as I spent the weekend either incredibly drunk or suffering with hang overs, it's now time to nuckle down. I will say though that it was the best and craziest weekend I've had in ages, went out on Friday night to a club and then had the party here on Saturday night. Don't really remember much of that past ten o'clock, I was so fucking wasted. My breasts did thankfully stay in my bra until I went to bed though, last time we had a party here I dipped my nipple in the chocolate fountain and was mortified when I found out the next day what I'd done. Obviously I was too drunk to remember the incident myself lol. So yeah this time I was fairly good, although I did wake up in bed with Sean in the morning in just my nickers, but we didn't fuck so it's all good. Have to go to bed now, am shattered. Night night all, does anyone else get the impression that my life is turning in to a series of drunken nights and sexual encounters? Hmmm. Oh and I should mention that my friend Kim did a tarrow card reading for me yesterday, and apparently it was very evident in my cards that I'm going to be doing a lot of shagging in the near future, so maybe the abstaining from casual sex thing won't last for very long afterall. Oh well, who am I to argue with the cards...

Snow

For the first time in two years we have snow, and I mean propper snow, the kind that you sink into when you walk, the thick, powdery, fluffy type that makes for excellent snowballs... It's beautiful, breath taking, and a royal pain in the ass. Everything and everyone grinds to a halt in Britain when we have severe weather of any kind. Schools close, people don't show up for work, public transport if it runs at all is disrupted and slow... Everything you could think of. It's crazy, it happens to us every couple of years and every time people act like they've never seen snow before. Grown adults turn in to children and go out in the streets and parks having snowball fights. And yes, I am one of them, I have to admit. There is something incredibly romantic about snow. The last time it snowed propperly here DL and i were together. We went to the park and had a snowball fight, and I tackled her and she landed on her back, with me on top of her, and we just lay there in the deep snow, kissing and laughing, not caring about the cold. That was one of those moments, one of those perfect memories that comes to me on a day like today, as I stand and throw snowballs for the dog to jump up and catch. Later that same day, the one I just spoke of with DL, we went in to the street and built a huge snowman together. We gave him a carrot nose and a wooly hat and used dog biscuits for the eyes, and she took photos of me standing there hugging the damn thing. It's not the same though now, the snow... Half of me wishes I could join in with the screams of laughter from the people in the street, and pelt a lover with snowballs until my hands are numb with cold, and then go inside and take a hot shower together and then fall in to a warm bed and make love. Another part of me wishes it would just go away and take with it the longing I feel today, because I don't want to build a snowman by myself...

The way I feel

This song reflects the way I feel at the moment... I just wanted to share it.

Baby you pretend that things aint what they seem
All this tension , titling just exactly what we should be
Baby I dont mind us being some kinda casual thing
Listen all I want to do for now is have you come and take all of me,Can you

Put your hands on my waistline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine you get yours
Hang a please dont disturb sign
I'll put my back into a slow grind
Runnin chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine you get yours

If you see me with a woman understand that you can't question me
The feelings that you caught aint my fault I cant help your jealousy
If you can handle the fact that what we have has got to beCommitment free
then we can keep this undercover lovin comminHidden underneath the sheets.Can you

Put your hands on my wasteline
Want your skin up against mine
Move my hips to the baseline
Let me get mine you get yours
Hang a please don't disturb sign
I'll put my back into a slow grind
Runnin' chills up and down my spine
Let me get mine you get yours

So come on and freak my body
we can get nasty naughty
All night a private party
Gotta hit that spot just right
Work me like a 9 to 5
It aint about the kissin and huggin
cause this is a physical lovin
Straight sweatin our bodies are rubbin
Gotta hit that spot just right
work me like a 9 to 5

We have a physical thing
We make love, but dont fall in love
Let me get mine you get yours
We spend time
Just enough so you get yours, and I get mine
No strings attached
I want your body
Not your heart

crunch! break! stall! thud! oops!
yes, my first driving lesson! It's so exciting!!!

Last night after DL and I went for a drink, I told her while we were driving home, I felt like doing something crazy. I didn't know what, just something
out of the ordinary. Anyway, she then went on a mission, driving somewhere, and when she finally stopped we were in, wait for it... Tesco's car park! When
I asked her what we were doing there at eleven thirty at night, she said she was going to let me drive the car. I burst out laughing, and explained that
the only time I did that, I was ten, and sitting on my mother's lap pressing the peddles while she steered. Anyway, she insisted that I do it, and to be
honest, driving is something I'd love to be able to do, so somewhat dubeously, we changed seats and I started the car.

I was slightly worried, because the car is her pride and joy, and I didn't want anything bad to happen to it, but she assured me there weren't any other
cars around and that it would be fine. Starting the car wasn't a problem. She then began to explain about slowly releasing the clutch while pressing the
accelerator, which sounded simple enough, but was actually quite complicated. This was what hindered my progress somewhat, because not managing the clutch
properly caused the car to stall, lots, and lots, and lots of times. It was quite hilarious, and I alternated between frustration and hysterical laughter,
when I couldn't get it to work. At one point DL controled the clutch while I accelerated, and that was fine, and I drove around for a while. The thing
was that I hardly touched the accelerator and the car zoomed forward, so DL would shout, "break" and I hit the break and stalled the car. Anyway we did
this for about half an hour, until she started to get concerned that stalling the engine so much would have a bad effect on the car, so we then changed
seats.

It was such a great experience though, and I did manage to drive a little, and even reverse the car back a good way, and when we find a bigger car park
I'm having lesson number two. Why, you might ask, it's completely futile as I'll never be able to drive? It's just something I've always wanted to do,
and it felt so good being in the driving seat and getting an idea of what it's like to actually drive. I keep thinking about it and giggling madly because
I made such a botch job of it, but I can't wait for my next lesson!
And a message to my dear Friend Hai Man, I'm sorry for taking the piss when you failed you driving test countless times before you passed, I now appreciate
somewhat how difficult it is! Love ya!

Today I've been to uni and then to the gym, and did a good, hard work out. Tonight we're going to enjoy seventeen months of being together. I'm really looking
forward to tomorrow as well, because we're organising a night out to a local gay club with friends, and it's been ages since I've had a good night out,
so can't wait!