How Good Were Those Burritos? - Original post date August 24 2008

Friday night at Bruce's with Wonderchick and new boy Chicken tattoo was fabulous.

It started with me driving to wonder chicks to drop off my car and pay a visit (great place. I miss my own space. I haven't had my own space for 7 yrs and I need some now!!!!). Then we jumped into WC's car (I know it is an abbreviation for a loo but I can't keep writing wonderchick so live with it), and we started the trek to Bruce's.

I can't get over the fact that we got very serious in our conversation. Very surprising but great because I haven't had a serious conversation about me for a while. Work yes but me, no. Then WC felt the need to clarify that she very much liked penis and wouldn't switch. Not sure how it came up but I did mention that it wasn't even an up in the air question for me. She is as straight as they come. I told sex train guy that I wouldn't be able to turn her if I tried so I reassured her that there wasn't an issue and all was good. It never crossed my mind to be honest. Apart from the fact that she isn't my 'type' (I am happy to check out the lipstick fem's but in a relationship, I prefer a butch chick), I never consider people I meet through work. I have been there once and won't go there again. It gets really awkward if things don't work out or if you happen to be in a meeting and have to have 'a rather heated discussion', because things tend to get personal even if not intended.

Just as a side but still on the possibly inappropriate or 'only going end badly' type relationships, I dated a lecturer of mine. He was a lecturer in my 1st year but we didn't date until my second year...ok not long after my results came out. We did spend a bit of time together prior but only as friends and I never saw a copy of the exam papers and he never marked them, but it came to bite me the following year. A pig of a man ended up failing me saying that I wouldn't be able to sleep my way to an HD in his class. I said to him that I wouldn't even consider it with him. Anyway, I ended up appealing and got back my HD. He said I didn't hand in any lab reports but I was the head of my team and they all had their results for the labs so he didn't have a leg to stand on. He was sacked and my guy ended up moving to the States. It was strongly suggested to him and I that we both move uni's, hence my move up north.

Back on track now.

Dinner was great. Had a lot of laughs to the point that I hardly had a voice yesterday and singing was out of the question. I tend to get a little loud when I have had a few to drink, so no wonder my voice was scratchy. I wasn't overly affected by the Alcohol because all arses were in tact and hadn't bee groped by me to all was good. WC and Bruce are fabulous people and new friend Chicken Tattoo who is a top notch guy. There are some amazing guys out there that does assist in renewing my faith. We had mexican and sangria. I know cross cultural and you should never mention mexican and spanish in the one sentence but i all worked. I think the UN Choc Orange helped to smooth things over. The boys did a great job with the cooking. Guys in a kitchen (my favorite room of the house in a platonic friendship) is always a great thing.

Conversation moved from casual, chuckles, hilarious, inappropriate and then back again. All fabulous. WC had a major headache and Bruce was a little worse for wear from the night before so we ended up leaving before midnight. I didn't get home until 'fuck off o'clock' but it was a great night. Got to love living in the boon docks!

Thanks boys and girls. Top stuff!