Went out in a red dress and killer heels* on Friday night. Despite the likelihood of running into the VTL or OB, it didn't happen and I didn't care. I danced with friends and had a drunken buddy (partnered with a child), declare what a catch I was, he and his partner both love me. Well, I was chuffed and it was certainly better than any other male attention I could've received. My new mantra is to go out and NOT get a pash or a shag. Bizarrely, it feels like more of a challenge. I reckon my short period of wanton wants has come and gone already. Glad to have done it but I'm now experimenting with self-respect and sexual maturity. Watch this space, things could change at anytime, I've always lacked discipline and shunned rules.
Back to domesticity, Stevie Wonder is still playing and calling me to finish the washing up.
*Shoes that cause blisters and inevitably need to be removed on the walk home, or endured, causing a Frankenstein-esque walk.
