Hello to you,
My, my what a week it has been. A week of mischief, meetings and marvellous company. To be honest it was as sticky as I expected, what with meeting Mr. Cheese's friends and all. It could have been a lot worse. Like if his ex-girlfriend had turned up. Yeah could have been a tad awkward there?!
So as I sat at my desk and slogged it out at my new job in finance I realised that it was again that time in the week where it was home-time on a Friday evening. Packing my stuff up and hitching a ride to the station from a kind work colleague again I would be lying f I wasn't nervous a little bit about meeting the friends of illustrious Mr. Cheese. Although I should be thankful in the fact that I only met one, a fellow female, on Friday evening and then had the weekend to recover before meeting the old school friends gang on Sunday evening to celebrate a friends birthday. Slouched in the passenger's seat of the little red run-around as the sun slowly settled on the horizon over Bedfordshire I soon realised that in fact I did look like dog shit. My band tee and jeans were fine for work on a dress-down-Friday, but for meeting pretty much Mr. Cheese's best friend; Mmm, Not so much! Thing is that all week I had been planning what I was going to wear and how my hair would be and what style of make-up to go for. A nice sheer floaty blouse to make me look not like a hippo in drag, simple make up topped with killer heels that would hopefully wow the BFF into giving me the seal of approval. And whilst I had made it to the town where we planned to meet for dinner and drinks in good time, I knew I wouldn't have enough time to grab something new to wear. So I embraced my trampiness and rocked it in my 'cool' t-shirt and wedged-boots.
Walking from the station though I figured would be alot easier and quicker than waiting for public transport, plus it would be a fun walk. Oh and how right I was! Teetering down the road, head down, thinking of conversation starters and making sure my hair didn't go crazy I suddenly hear a voice from behind. I listened, tuning in to what they were ranting about. It was me! "Work it honey! Work it! That's it swing your hips!" the womanly voice bellowed down the busy street. As I tried to ignore it I knew I would have to turn around and acknowledge this Guru somehow. Expecting someone from America's Next Top Model shouting encouraging tips for walking in heels I was shocked to find that as I turned around it was not Tyra Banks but someone who resembled a meatball. There I was walking down Hitchin High Street, minding my own business when all of a sudden Dumpling-features starts raining down heel help. Smiling I turned back around hoping she would stop. She didn't. Continuing I could tell she wouldn't give up until I did as she asked. So I relaxed my ankles, pointed my toes, pushed my chest and my buttocks out and swayed my hips like never before. Now Girls, you know what I mean when you secretly line up the paving stones on the ground or see an empty corridor and you then spring into action, taking on the persona of a skinny model thundering down a D&G catwalk runway. Bag on your arm. Stern look on your face. Working it. Somehow the Meatball's encouragement worked and I stomped into town in style, feeling alot better about myself, despite the embarrassment.
As Mr. Cheese and I sat in the local bar awaiting the impending doom of meeting his lady friend we chatted as normal. I noticed in the corner of the bar a man sitting alone. After watching for some moments, a women walked in and sat down with him. A first date. It threw me back to my first date with Mr. Cheese and oh how memorable that one was. Gazing forever into his eyes I forgot that I looked a mess and slowly let the cider wash away my remaining fears of aesthetics. Smitten, I was about to say something I had never said out loud for the first time properly, when Mr. Cheese's old university pal arrived and I stood to greet her, knowing that I could just simply tell him later on. Conversation flowed right away, thanks to Mr. Cheese elaborating on the fact that I quiet openly fancy another one of his house-mates from uni days I have yet to meet. As giggles were shared so were stories of what we all do for a living and as time passed we began to get more hungry. And so off to the Mexican we went.
A wonderful meal later and several snigger's about the names on some of the yummy cocktails Mr. Cheese, the friend and I retired to the bar upstairs and continued the conversation around awkward moments, usually to do with me. I loved how Mr. Cheese gave me the floor to be myself and tell brilliant stories of my past, and since I adore nothing more than being the centre of attention it was perfect and it was safe to say that I was in my element. Soon minutes turned to hours and eventually it was time to go home, but not before heading for some cheeky shots in a bar nearer town. All three of us encountered slippery nipples, threesomes and nearly a screaming orgasm, all without taking our clothes off. Gotta love the naming of some drinks 'eh? Then again, I was fully aware that the screaming orgasm was only moments away when Mr. Cheese and I got home, and I'm not talking beverages.
Throwing me across the bed and diving on top of me our naked bodies embraced each other in a hot battle. Sliding me across my silken bedsheets I hung off the end of the bed whilst he made sure the neighbours knew his name. Oh what a god that man is! Defiantly one to save for the 'Bank'. Saturday morning Mr. Cheese woke me as usual when either of us sleeps over, by gently kissing me on the forehead to wake me from my slumber. How wonderful! It was at this moment that I remembered what I wanted to tell Mr. Cheese the previous evening in the pub before his female friend turned up. But before I had a chance he said how he was hungry and to be honest I needed to get up as I had a train to catch at midday to go visit my Grandad whom was in Hospital near London. "Its OK" I told myself you can let him know later on. Meeting my Uncle, Aunt and their two adorable boys I knew I would enjoy their company for the day even though the circumstances weren't great. After arriving home from the Hospital, shattered from my cousin's rambunctiousness all I wanted was a quiet Saturday evening was spent lounging in front of the box, snuggled up with Mr. Cheese and that's what I got. Laying in his arms as we drifted off to sleep I said what I had been meaning to say all weekend, but alas he had fallen asleep. Bless.
Sunday morning I felt prepared to say it again as I made breakfast for a sleepy Mr. Cheese. Mmm, Warm toasted bagels with smoked salmon and cheese spread and a pot of breakfast tea to wash it all down. I think Mr. Cheese enjoyed it at least I hoped so? Mind you, I didn't hear any complaining as he chomped down and watched Match Of The Day with me on the sofa, cuddled in a soft, fleecy blanket but before we knew it half the day had disappeared and we were sat, entwined in each others limbs watching what I call 'House Porn' which is basically really nice houses on house programmes that you know can never own without robbing a bank. Mr. Cheese and I shared ideas of the perfect home and thus a perfect image of the future was starting to blossom. Quickly I stamped it out though, knowing that I didn't want to get my hopes up and putting all my eggs in one basket.
After a lazy afternoon it was soon time for the last encounter of the weekend. The old school friends. This time I made sure I looked the dog's bollocks rather than the dog's ass. As I lay down beside Mr. Cheese as he napped I gazed longingly at his face as he dozed. I thought of what I wanted to say and how I would word it again and again. Eventually he awoke and told me how stunning I looked. I figured this was a better time than any to tell him how I had been feeling since last weekend. It was then that I confessed how I was loosing my war and that whilst I try to fight it nearly every day and at every moment I am with him, I am, in actual fact, falling madly in love with Mr. Cheese. To this his response was initially I think shock. Don't know why. I'm a babe! (Obviously ironic because I am not a babe ... Much!) He didn't really say much after that. Just silence. I genuinely did not expect anything back as I know he is not in the same place I am right now in terms of mind, body and soul; but I at least expected some words. Finally he broke the awkwardness and said that whilst he had not yet thought about those feelings or idea's yet, he did really like me and cared for me very much. Well. Its something right?
Later that evening as we walked into the quiet, country pub where Mr. Cheese and I had our second date, I felt more nervous than Friday night. A larger group and more to impress. "Bring it on!" I thought. The birthday card seemed to go down well, as did the illustrations inside. Yet again the night flew by in a haze of idle small talk and standard conversing. I spoke to a lovely man whom shared a passion for all things British like myself including Margret Thatcher - god rest her soul, and shared in my argument that England needs a lady in charge. I also talked with a training doctor/surgeon and an aspiring writer and his graphic designer girlfriend. Yes. Mr. Cheese's friends are posh. Yes. Most of them went to private schools. Yes. They all went to university and had degrees. And there I was. Little state-school, university drop-out, uninteresting me. For the first time in a long while I was in the background of the event and for some odd reason I cannot understand why, every time I went to open my mouth and say something the whole pub would go quiet, hanging on what I was about to say. And then I would just muddle my words and make a congealed mess of my sentence. Yes. I was definitely the most unintellectual person there. They must have thought I was on day release or something?! As the night wore on though and people started leaving for bed I felt more at ease and started sharing anecdote of life with the birthday boy and his missus. Then came the question.
"So, how long have you too been together then?" asked the birthday novelist himself, imposing the idea that we were in fact a couple. Awkwardly I looked at Mr. Cheese in panic, knowing that we hadn't really thought about tackling these types of questions. Stepping forward though he simple said that we had just been seeing each other for a few months. Phew! Close call. Then the question about how we met from the graphic-designer-girlfriend and I explained away our first date with ease and soon the conversation moved on, not before being told that I was a keeper and that we should totally hook up. Screaming in my head I thought "Jeez, I'm working on it here!" as I smiled politely and took the compliments, blushing and looking at the ground. As last orders were rung out from the bell by the bar I whispered to Mr. Cheese that I was going to the bathroom and to watch my bag. As I turned to walk away he pulled me back slightly before I got too far and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Grinning like a Cheshire cat I scurried off to the bathroom and did a happy dance as I was followed by a chorus of "Awwhs" from his friends.
And so that has been my week so far, well the weekend at least. Work isn't all that interesting I am sure you will agreed. Living for the weekend is the best, especially when you have great people to spend it with. All this fluffy 'Love' stuff has got me thinking about the future though. Maybe a little too much? I mean I am still young and so is Mr. Cheese. Do I really want to tie myself down into another relationship again. I don't know. I love being single. But I also love the feeling that I get when I'm in a relationship. I like spending time with Mr. Cheese alot and can't think of anything better to do with my time. But I also have to live a little before settling down again me thinks. Uhh, and here in lies the issues!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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