fightingthecage | Some girls they want to collect their men, they wear them like notches on a gun...

Life is so weird lately. Every day is running into the next in a total blur. Partly this is to do with waaaay too much alcohol and too many drugs but mostly, its to do with all the sex. Or pending sex, I should say.

The Mad Crush, as predicted, came out for drinks on Christmas Eve. We ended up alone in some club/pub/bar place, having lost everyone else we were with - results were predictable from there on in. We were yelled at by some barmaid for snogging near the gap in the bar and blocking the entrance for the people collecting the glasses, so just decided to go to his place. After that...well. All I can say is - he may be 36 but I wasn't wrong. With no clothes on, he looks like something Michaelangelo would have carved. Jesus. Unfortunatley, timing was bad as I couldn't actually shag him (wrong time of the month) but everything we did was fucking awesome. I got half an hours sleep before going to work on Christmas morning. You know something? Sleeping on a guy's chest is surprisingly comfortable. I hadn't realised that before, having previously avoided all requests to stay over in a man's bed. I only stayed this time because there was absolutely no point in going home before work, and I was way too wasted to be driving anyway.

So. That was Christmas Eve. Christmas Day was spent working - very nice day actually. Everyone was chilled and full of Christmas spirit and nice to each other. I was a complete mong due to tiredness but way happy. Mad Crush - who's name is Steve, incidentally - wasn't working, so after my shift I just went home, fell asleep in the bath (hadn't had time to wash off the baby oil from the night before - :D!) and spent the evening lying on the couch watching Christmas TV. It was awesome. Its been ages since I've been able to chill like that and it was really nice.

Boxing Day - heh heh heh. It was dead at work. From about 15:00 I was sitting at the bar doing bugger all. Steve was going to be on shift later and I was a little nervous because its always a bit weird seeing a guy after you've spent the night with him and aren't actually going out with him. I had asked him if he thought it was going to be strange and he pointed out that we were both adults, so it'd be fine. That was cool because even at my age its surprising how many guys can be total children about this sort of thing. Anyway, it turned out not to be awkward at all after the initial 'hi' and as it was so quiet, the bar closed early. Sam (Head Chef (and previous crush)), Jay (assistant manager), Steve and I decided to go over to the closest pub and have a few drinks there.

...seven hours later, we stagger out and go back to the hotel to open up the bar and continue drinking there with a couple of locals who are mates of ours. I was very mature and didn't say yes to Steve's proposition later in the evening (by 'later', I mean about 3am). I ended up sleeping down in the bar in front of the fire we'd all built and got discovered - staring at the flames like a mentalist - by the manager at seven in the morning. That could have been a disaster but she was really cool about it actually and didn't mention it at all when I saw her this evening.

And today, I spent in bed. I've been coming down with a sore throat for the last twenty four hours and it hit in force today - very bad timing, as I had planned to pack all my stuff up in the house today and be ready to move as soon as I can find a place that's open before New Year to hire me a van. Instead, I spent it in bed. And this evening I was ill as fuck but still went and got wasted, for much subtle eye-flirting with The Crush. I ran into him on the road on the way home (he cycles everywhere and is a health freak, hence the body of a Greek God) and we are so on for New Year, when I'm actually able to let him touch me properly. Can we say, can't wait! Because that about sums up every day for me at the moment. Honestly, guh. He is seriously awesome, even though it's never as much fun after you've actually had them. Still, he appears to be holding my interest for the time being and I'm just fine with that.

Anyway. Crushing aside - I have one free day to pack all my belongings up and arrange a place to store them. And maybe even find somewhere to live in the three days I have left open to me. The manager of the hotel has forgotten that I asked her if I could move in there, so that may be a no-go when I remind her. We'll see. I'm not worried about it because there are always options available if you know where to look.

That's RL anyway. I had meant to say Merry Christmas (or Happy Holidays to those who celebrate other things at this time of year etc) to all my flist on the 25th, but have been distracted. So I'm saying it now - I hope everyone has had a fantastic time and that the New Year will be utterly fabulous for all.