I have a new friend…
February 9, 2009
And he is extremely yummy, funny, and British.
I know, I know, yet another UK lad who is going to break my heart. I hope that if all else fails we stay friends, because more than being gorgeous, he is a very cool guy that I want to hang with.
We met at a crusty old mans pub – the Forbes. in the City. My friends were being a wee bit boring playing the pokies – so I went to the bar for a drink. The gorgeous boy – TJ was sitting at the opposite end of the bar drowning his sorrows after having an argument with his best mate. He mosied on over and we got into a big D&M about the state of the world, and why his mate was being a bastard.
So, after some wallowing and a couple of drinks, he walked me home and ended up staying.
I woke up on Sunday morning feeling a little worse for wear. Having partaken in some charlie the night before, I hadnt slept too well, but I had a shower and crawled back into bed, expecting TJ to wake up once I hit the extremely noisy Air-Con, but it was at least another hour before he even stirred.
After coffee and scanning of the papers, we thought it might be a good idea to have a drink at the Local and then he would walk home. Well, the Local hadn’t even opened yet, so we continued to walk around to Woolloomooloo Wharf – which TJ hadn’t seen yet, having only been in Sydney for 2 months… I love taking people down the wharf – its always pretty impressive, and it was even more so when I told TJ that Russ lived on the Wharf.
One drink turned into a mini pub crawl of W’Loo and a stop at Harrys – which he loved. The day went pretty quickly in the company of a beautiful funny boy. I got home last night and was so excited about any possibility of me seeing him again. We have each others numbers, and he’s going to come to my house cooling in a couple of weeks… So I guess I wait and see?
