Monday, 25 April 2011

I've lost that lovin' feeling, woah that lovin' feelin.

"Quiiccck! Come with me! I've seen someone you'd like over there"

My Senior Boss came running across the pub and proceeded to drag me off to where she'd been standing. From a safe distance, she pointed out a tall, dark and slightly blurred figure standing by the bar. Blurred thanks to the tequila I'd just hammered back, three hours into the after work drinks where my entire department was out in full force.

"Ooh, good choice. He's nice". Clearly there are benefits to divulging into your personal life to your boss, mostly her keen eye for a hot bloke.

"We'll just stand in his way" she said, plonking me in front of him, "And then he'll..."
On cue, the tall, dark handsome man turned round and met my eyes with his lovely deep brown ones. Drunken confidence took over and I smiled. "Oh. Hi!"

"Hello" he said; a slight hint of accent giving away a - Spanish? Portuguese? - origin. "Are you with this lot?" mentioning to the raucous group who had taken over this whole corner of the pub.
"Fraid so. It's been a big night..."
He introduced himself. "What's your name?"

Before I knew it, I was clutching a new drink and getting nods of approval from those of my colleagues who could still see that far. Time seemed to fly and all of a sudden, it was last tube o'clock. Time to head home, or stay out and get a taxi later on.

Oh, sod it. I thought, waving goodbye to my departing colleagues. He smiled. I smiled. He brought me another drink. Then a hand grabbed mine.

"YOU'VE LOST, THAT LOVVVING FEEEEEELIN. WOAH THAT LOVVVVIN FEEEELING" came a tuneless melody in my ear, and I was being picked up, swung around and serenaded by an entirely different man in glasses.
"Sorry! That's my housemate" said Mr Tall Dark and Handsome, carefully plucking me from his mate's grip and placing me back on both feet.
"YOU'VE LOST THAT LOOVVVVIN FEEEEELIN NOW IT'S GONE, GONE GONE, WOAH WOAAHH" came the final line, at which point Glasses Man bounded off elsewhere leaving us alone once again.

The romantic mood clearly set, Mr TDH leaned in. Spurred on by copious amounts of alcohol and Those Eyes, I returned the kiss while my inner monologue repeated a little ditty which went something like "kissy kissy tra la la la la laaah".

All too soon, my taxi arrived. Numbers swapped, I hopped into my taxi as Mr TDH gave stern instructions to the driver to get this girl home safely.

**

The next morning, it took a few minutes to remember the events of the night before. Slowly and with a feeling of trepidation, it all - well, bits of it - came back. Good looking man (verified by others. V. important). Kisses. Swapped numbers. And, received minutes after I passed out in bed around 3am, a text message.

Hey did you get home ok? Hope so. Really nice to meet you. Xx

Clutching my head, I groaned into my pillow and let out a laugh. Ah, dear. Best to nip this one in the bud, eh?

Without replying, I put my phone onto the bedside table.

Then went back to sleep.

19 comments:

Robbie said...

Nip it in the bud? Did I miss the bit where it went bad?

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

Doesn't have to be bad to nip it in the bud. Just don't want dates, don't want boyfriend, so what's the point in even getting started?

Paper Heart Girl said...

WOWWWWWW! I am insanely jealous, your night sounds great fun!! Unlike, my own Saturday night out whereby I was oh so pleased to be kissing a very attractive chap who I've dreamed of kissing for months. Only, I was too drunk to remember any of it. Please tell me you've been there?! x

roseski said...

Nip? Bud? Whyyyy? Noooo. You don't have to want a boyfriend. You can just see what happens???

Robbie said...

Ah, I see. Fair point. Maybe a number to hold on to until another time?

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

Paper Heart - Been there! It's so frustrating! I take it there will be a repeat (sober) performance?

Roseski - I know it's hard to believe, but I don't even want to see what happens. Just no urge to take things further. Not bothered. Couldn't be arsed to even respond to a text, so it doesn't bode well for anything further does it :D

jman said...

So why not send a text to the effect that you had a great time but are currently recovering from heart surgery (as in ripped out without anaesthetic) but will keep his digits for when you have recovered on the chance that his page won't have turned by then? Options kept potentially open and no need to take any further.

nuttycow said...

I'm with jman - it's a little rude not to even acknowledge the text...?

Just say you're not in the business for anything more but that it was nice to meet him and do the whole friends thing?

nuttycow said...

I'm with jman - it's a little rude not to even acknowledge the text...?

Just say you're not in the business for anything more but that it was nice to meet him and do the whole friends thing?

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

Becaaaaause I don't need a friend that I've drunkenly kissed on a night out. And I won't keep his number on the back burner, or text him at a later date. It was a drunken kiss, not a meeting of two kindred spirits.

Look, we all know the score. A 3am drunken text from him and nothing more - I wouldn't say he's particularly bothered either, would you?

modelofamodernmajorgeneral said...

I may have, in company with approximately 15 other sailors, serenaded a girl with that song*. You do realise he's now going to have to go to war and cope with the loss of his best friend, all the while thinking of you?

I hope he doesn't like volleyball...

*this bit is true, the rest may or may not be!

Ellie said...

Woohoo! Grab the bull by the horns!

thewriterrunner said...

*nods with recognition*
Something happens after a painful breakup which leaves you with a lump of coal where your heart and libido normally reside. I initially thought it odd that you didn't want to 'go there', but I caught up with the rest of your blog and, frankly, would have been more surprised if you'd texted back

treacle said...

Sometimes we get little presents like that. Doesn't have to be anything more than a really nice memory & a story about a Really Handsome Man and some Kissy Kissy.
X

JDojo18 said...

I...really don't like girls -____-

punctuation said...

You were both out for a beer, he got a kiss with a pretty girl, she didn't text back to his clich├ęd and slightly lack-lustre punt at trying to take it a bit further.


It was a good night. Nobody died.


Get over it. Do the same again and keep doing it until one day your totally mended heart overrules your head and you stay in pub with another talk dark stranger who, this time, makes you so weak at the knees that you throw caution to the wind and blog excitedly in the coming weeks about how you'd never thought you'd trust another boyfriend again...but you do...and this time it continues into a whole different chapter of your life.


Trust me - I'm (a happy) old git who's been there.

punctuation said...

Ugh. Remind me to read what I've typed so I get to filter out typos like talk/tall and "in the pub".

I am such a grammar nazi too - I'm off to beat myself with a nail-encrusted stick until I learn my lesson.

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

model - Oh, the guilt is awful. I have not only let down a boy, but my country... ;)

Ellie - That's the spirit!

writerrunner - And that, my dear, is the nail on the head. That first sentence of that comment, that's what I couldn't put my finger on until you said it. Or rather, what I thought was happening and felt a bit weird about doing because everyone else seems to want a relationship straight away. Glad to hear it's not just me with a lump of coal. Phew.

treacle - That's exactly it. Don't want anything more than that.

Jdodo - And I'm not too keen on certain boys!

punctuation - I'm glad for that comment. What you have described is the way I have dealt with every break up I've ever had, all of which I've come out the other side of. And don't worry about the grammar. I was so relieved not to be on the end of a "TEXT HIM BACK" command that I didn't even notice ;)

punctuation said...

lol.

The typos still bother me though, I'm weird like that. ;-)

 

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