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It's been a busy few weeks for roses, and this weekend's been particularly packed!

Let's see if i can do a quick update..

Okaaaayyyy...

1. Stephen = drip. Text to say he couldn't come, then didn't hear anything for a week. When he did text me, i told him that he could come out with some friends but no more than that, certainly initially. This was not well received i think cos that's the last i heard from him. One problem solved.

2. Manchester munch. Now that was a fun weekend :). I made a couple of new friends, got asked out 3 times in 3 days. Agreed to go out with one of them - Gary. We'd had a right giggle at the munch. Spent the evening at the Couch Club trying to take care of some poor girl who'd got completely bladdered out of nerves and kept kissing me. God it was awful. hee hee. Got kissed with intent by her mate Nick though, who was bloody gorgeous and only 22. I am quite clearly a sex goddess.

3. Date with Gary. Bles his cotton socks. Not as drippy as Stephen - that would take some doing - but somewhat moist. As opposed to moist-making which is something else entirely. Can't kiss, at least not without dribbling on MY chn. Eww. And short. I felt like the Incredible Hulk next to him. Not a good mental image to have. Told him just friends, thanks.

4. Eeek. Got asked to audition for a play at the Lowry. Auditioned on the Monday 30th (despite being told to turn up on Monday 31st - a typo in the email). Terrifying. Director (friendly, passionate, intelligent, overexcited hair) spoke lots and lots using words like 'vision' and stuff to give overall impression of theatrical luvvie with head in own bottom. Also told me he was a marine in the falklands though so must have been pretty down to earth at one point. Reminded me of me a few years ago. Must have done ok cos received a letter on the 2nd offering me a part. Yay me! 'O Wot a Lovely War' seats available at the Quays theatre, The Lowry, April 12th-15th. Bring ya friends.

5. This weekend.

a. Friday - shit day at work, went out for a drink with Gary. I think he still has a thing for me. He bought me a sodding rose. We had fun though, thirsty scholar followed by the orchid lounge for sticky-floored karaoke. V tacky but v funny cos lots of people there v v v drunk. Also met cute (and tall) norwegian guy also called Gary. Did a cracking elvis impression - not bad, considering I'm not exactly a big fan. Batted my eyelashes and flirted gently. And before you say anything, yes, I'm a  bitch but he can't say I didn't tell him.

b. First rehearsal for OWALW. Mostly admin stuff - who's needed when/where but new faces and all seem very nice. Director still got head in arse, but nice bloke anyway. Busy busy day. Am officially member of the Company. Even have code to staff restaurant.

c. Mercy and near-death experiences. Yay! Pirate night, as i discovered after getting home from the theatre, so i dragged together my wenchy outfit and made myself a very cute little pirate hat complete with skull and crossbones. Got in the car with Duncan and John and off we went. Em down in ...somewhere...forgotten now... on a retreat-type thing with her mum. So there we are brrmbrrming along in the outside lane quite nicely, just before Junction 9 on the Mthingy, when all of a sudden a white car not too far ahead, in the central lane next to us (there are four lanes on that bit of road) slams its brakes on. We later discovered that they had hit what looked like a stray doggie. The white car then sped up and buggered off. Because they had stopped so suddenly, the big fuckoff Shogun following behind also slammed on, but had to swerve to avoid them. She swerved left, started to roll and then swerved right (yes, that would be right in front of us) to try and counteract it. Not surprisingly, she lost control and the Shogun started to roll. It literally flew in front of us, before landing on its roof on top of the central reservation barrier, crushing the barrier and the top of the car completely. As it passed before us, about 6 inches from the front left wing of the car due to Duncan's swift reactions, his phone started to ring and i could hear Em singing. We pulled over and John called the emergency services who responded seamlessly. Sum total of injuries from a vehicle which looked as if no-one would survive it? 1 cut hand. 1 cut knee. 1 asthma attack. Duncan got out and headed back to the scene. I was in the back of the car and got out after John, shaking like a leaf. Pathetically girly. We had a hug and after a while, wandered back up the hard shoulder (behind the barrier, kids, safety first). Fortunatley, one of the cars that pulled over contained a paramedic, although thankfully his services were not required. The doggie was the only fatality of the evening. Oh, and Duncan's McDonald's, which was cold and beyond resuscitation.

Our journey continued without incident.

Mercy itself was a fantastic evening. I pinched a cutlass and an inflatable parrot and felt even more piratey, mateys. My stockings had a hole in, so I announced that it was cos it had a been a long voyage and the Spanish Main is a long way from Marks and Spencers. I attracted a fair amount of attention from a fellow buccaneer, but i think it was my own fault cos the poor bugger turned round at the top of the stairs just as i was passing and nearly got a faceful of my boobs. I'm a buxom-type wench you know. He was very well-mannered though, bless him. I think it was to my advantage that he assumed for some time that John was my boyfriend lol. The big surprise of the evening was that I got to play! I got tied to and stretched out on the snooker table thingy and John borrowed Duncan's black box and woo. We were off. Apparently I was there for an hour and a half. Ooops. Was wonderful. I think it was even better because it was unexpected. Totally against all the normal rules i suppose, we didn't really do any formal negotiation, just agreed traffic lights and then waded into electro play lol. *wibble*. He took things very gently though and we talked nearly all the way through. He has a very nice elastic flogger which feels wonderful. Far too soft with chocolate though - put a piece of it right in front of my nose and  i swiped it quicker than you could blink! When he put another bit further away, jeeeeuuusst out of reach; well i'd already had some! I let him have it hee hee. Bizarre moment - i said something not nice about myself and he was very stern with me and i apologised - calling him Sir!!! A big surprise to me - it's not a word i use a lot. I got my hair tied up and felt yummy - i've only had that done once before and i love it. We did toybag show n tell afterwards - i'd told him to look through mine to see if there was anything he wanted but i don't think he did. What a gentleman. He showed me something amazing - a Hitachi Magic Wand. Oh my GOD. i've never felt anything like it. A very buzzy toy. It says on the box that you can use it on your neck back and shoulders and also on aching legs. I think it feels nice on your nipples, but that's as far as I got with it lol. I am informed however, that John has a further attachment that his anatomy has no use for. Hmmmm. I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship lol. I could go on (even more) but shan't.

d. First vocal workshop for OWALW. Fabulous. Amazing, some wonderful voice work, really hard, really exciting, deep, intense stuff. Was immensley flattered by the comments I received from the guys there and even scored a very intense neck massage from Michael - a v fit and hunky massage therapist - when I said I'd stiffened up after lunch from all the physical work we'd done in the morning. Michael has also promised to pass me the name of a venture company who help aspiring artists break into performance work by providing grants. We shall see...

So my little life continues. I am a very busy, happy girl. Apologies for length. If you made it this far, you get a kiss for being a devoted friend and sympathy for having nothing better to do than listen to me ramble!

Love ya bunches

xxx

his name is stephen. i went out with him a couple of times a few years back but threw a strop when he told me that he'd not mentioned the fact that he had a daughter. it wasn't the daughter that was a problem, but the fact that he'd not been honest about her. and then he stood me up. so i didn't see him again. And he chooses today to msn me. eeeek.

Newsflash. This man is fucking GORGEOUS. 6 foot 4 and broad and strong. And we got on really really well although we never got further than a snog.

So this leads to a problem.

I want to see him again and agree to a date when he asks, but what do i tell him about my peronal life? Do i just casually mention 'oh yeah, by the way, i really like to be flogged and have electricity applied to me until i squirm'? Because i can't exactly not mention it, can i? not after the whole 'daughter' episode and the 'you should have been honest from the start'. So i decide to bite the bullet and let him know that i'll need to talk to him about something, but i want to do it face to face, not online.

Yeah, what a doughnut i am. Because now the poor sod is on broken glass wondering what the hell i need to discuss with him. He asks if it's about not mentioning nicole (little girl) and i reassure him it's not. Then i tell him not to worry - i've not had a sex change or grown a beard or anything. finally i say okay - if you want to know now, give me a call. Thirty seconds later, the phone rings.

After a couple of friendly hellos, it's time to get down to business.
'Have you ever heard the initials BDSM?' i ask.
'er...Yes' he replies.
'That's interesting. In what context?'
'Erm, well...how can i say this - it was kind of kinky?..' the poor guy.

And so my confession began. I'm still not sure he understands entirely, but he certainly hasn't run screaming into the night and is still up for our date on Saturday. He also knows that it isn't about random sex and i don't go round shagging anything that moves - and by extrapolation, i hope, that i won't be leaping into bed with him.

Now to the real problem. What the frigging HELL am i going to wear???!!!!

As to my 'Mood' thingy - god knows - i'm still blushing from a combination of being asked out, immensely flattered, and explaining BDSM to a nilla that i fancy the pants off. I'm excited, giddy, tired, and 'o god got work tomorrow'. i don't think there is one for that!!!

I'll keep you posted

xxx

o god o god o god

it became clear to me this weekend that when emailing a certain person who shall remain gorgeous, erm i mean nameless, i had neglected to think like a boy. The following steps were taken:

1. Brain removed
2. Brain boilwashed - 100 degrees, light rinse, tumble dry (with a sheet of bounce. not necessary, but adds a sweet smell)
3. Brain now shrunk to size of pea (large pea, but pea nonetheless)
4. Brain hit repeatedly against wall 5 or 6 times, or until arm gets tired.
5. Brain dropped and then squishled a bit underfoot
6. Brain replaced. Let 'boythinking' commence.

All became clear.

I had neglected to ask a direct question.

There was nothing in my email with a question mark suffix.

THEREFORE (boy logic) there was no reason to actually answer the damn thing.

Reinflating my brain to girl proportions was a toughie though. Boy thinking may have permanently damaged me.

So, being very brave - because i am a shy wee girlie when i like someone, i emailed him again, this time enclosing a question mark and attendant question. Hey presto, two hours later - a message! Yay me!!

So there has been a brief exchange of emails, culminating today in the apogee of my courage. And i quote:

"So, do you think we'll bump into each other over the festive season?"

Awe-inspiring, isn't it? Change one syllable and the whole delicate phrase is reduced to tatters. Move over Oscar Wilde.

i think i'll go hide under the covers. See you sometime when i'm old and grey.

ttfn xxx

PS - quite proud of myself for being brave though...