I had a text off Flirtatious G on Saturday afternoon to say that he'd just booked another week's holiday in Ibiza with a group of his friends and did I fancy going. I cast my mind back to a Friday evening before Christmas when W (my new best friend in work) and I were sitting in a packed bar on a sofa next to G listening with wide eyes to his account of the fantastic holiday he had on that same isle last summer. I remember W and I deciding there and then that we would be going to Ibiza for a week of wild partying this summer. I suppose that's what made G text me. His text reminded me of the text conversation we'd had after I'd fled from the office Christmas party and I found myself scrolling through my inbox to find it for a laugh. Oh, the ridiculous things one says when one is ratted! G: S! Come and let me love you! Or, er, buy you a drink or summat. Me: Um, am in ---- Bar with AH and mates. Was getting far too upset in that hotel. Not sure why. G: Bless you! Don't be sad! I love you from the heart of my bottom! Me: And I love you from the heart of my bottom too G: But still, butt love... isn't it? Mucky business. Me: It's really not! G: Good lord! You saucy minx! If I were single I'd bum you good!
01:07 - Me: Happy New Year G! 01:10 - G: Yes, yes, that's all very well but are you hammered or what? 01:11 - Me: No, sober as a judge. About to have my first beer. Most bizarre! Am living some sort of nocturnal existence. How about your good self? 01:15 - G: What the fuck? I thought you'd be twatted by now! What gives? I'm getting clattered as we, er, text. It's going to be an extremely long night... 01:26 - Me: Late night last night. At a house party so just starting on the sauce. AH says hi! Did you have a good xmas? 01:29 - G: Very good thanks. Very relaxing. You? And are you and AH up to no good tonight or what? 01:29 - Me: Good God G! Whatever are you implying? Am being abused here by big men [Not as bad as it sounds - some of AH's friends were being a bit overly playful] 01:33 - G: I wasn't implying sexy time, 'weekend activities', if you know what I mean. And tell those big men to keep their mitts to themselves! 01:39 - Me: AH is on it. Not me. Mucks me up for a couple of days. Are you at a party? 01:43 - G: Yup. House party just warming up. City centre was too wet! Think you should succumb as a gesture of solidarity! 04:00 - Me: I've succumbed... 04:02 - G: Well, you're playing catch-up so get going! 04:02 - Me: Catch-up with who? There's some homoerotic stuff going on here 04:05 - G: ME! You loon! Where are you anyway? 04:05 - Me: At one of AH's mate's places. 04:07 - G: Good lord! Tell them to stop trying to bum each other! 04:13 - Me: It's quite amusing! You having a good night G? 04:15 - G: Yep! Quite twisted now. You? 04:15 - Me: Can hardly open my eyes 04:17 - G: Yay! And that was when the texting stopped for one reason or another. What a night! I used to be such a good girl, honestly!
Getting 'on it'
Ahem! Anyway, yes...I scrolled on and found our New Year's Eve text conversation, or rather our New Year's Day conversation. It was after midnight.
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