The Marine

So I’m metres away from my first date and minutes after my great escape and a small silver car pulls up beside me. Feeling slightly like a hooker in my blue wedges and fur coat the window rolls down…

Drunk me “Oh my God I’m so happy you saved me! I can’t believe how bad that date was I need a drink… shall we do for a drink? I think we should have a drink… shall we have a drink now… I know where we can have a drink” etc.

Speaking so fast the poor ‘justmuffnofuss’ lad couldn’t get a word in edgeways. When he finally managed to speak to me I was on the phone to my best friend telling her all about my first date. Poor Gerard, who was looking good and smelling even better, just sat in silence why I explained to my friend that he wasn’t a murderer… not actually sure whether he was or not. I drunkenly passed the phone to him and asked him to ‘meet’ my best friend.

At the new bar I was pretty much as drunk as I could get without attempting to dance sexy or any other cringe-worthy activities! He explained he was a marine from Essex and he was staying locally for a while. He said how beautiful I was and comparing him to the previous date this man was perfect. He was funny and cute and we hit it off quite well. Considering I hadn’t been intimate with a man for quite a while… I was feeling it tonight.

So after several tequilas and cocktails I headed back to my place for some intimate time with the hot bodied marine. His body was fantastic, he was strong and manly and everything date number one wasn’t. He didn’t come across as experience as his dating site profile would have suggested but there was no fumbles, no embarrassment or awkwardness, just fun times. Even when we woke up the next morning and I smelt like an alcoholic tramp, he kissed and cuddled me and made sure I left for work a very happy girl… which I did. We have even spoken since.

It was a pretty eventful night, two dates that couldn’t have been more different, I cannot wait until my next ‘date’…