Long weekend and lots of beer, sex and sun

Britain was lucky enough to have a sunny long weekend, marking the end to summer in one of the best possible ways. Luckily, me and my mate had long since planned our long weekend trip and were happy the sun decided to come out for our adventure.

So Friday night we headed off to Newquay for a couple days on the beach and a couple of nights drinking and chasing girls.

It started off a bit crap in that the camping site we had booked was no longer available and at 2am in the morning we were forced to go from camping ground to camping ground asking and eventually begging for a bit of grass to put down our sleeping bags. By 3am we’d found somewhere and set up shop.

Saturday was great. 6 hours on the beach and a lots of hours spent in the pub drinking. There were tonnes of girls around, leaving us boys all a little bit excited. Unfortunately it was one of those nights when we got ‘too’ drunk and our chances of actually talking to a girl, let alone kissing one, went from slim to impossible. We had a great day and loads of drunken fun annoying police but no results.

Sunday was the opposite. We did the usual beach thing in the day and headed out at night. Just before midnight, my mate and I were shattered from the night before and the lack of sleep so we were thinking of heading home … when all of a sudden a hen party popped into the bar and took a liking to us. Brilliant!

My step-brother always used to say that a hen night was as close to a ‘sure-thing’ as any situation … and Sunday night did not disappoint. My mate and I both got girls that night making Sunday night the best night that weekend. Had to be really?! I mean teasing police is fun but I would give that up any day for a group of girls on a hen night.

As the girls were both from London, we’ve arranged for follow up drinks and … hopefully a little bit more. I’ll keep you posted.

Like someone at work? Someone Italian?

Right, so here goes. Without giving too much away, otherwise I may just get linched up by neck, I’ve started seeing someone at work. Now when I say seeing – that’s not entirely correct. More like kissing and trying to convince her to come back to my place for activities a little more exciting.

She’s Italian. Very outgoing and, needless to say, has a great accent. Nice.

I’ve been interested in this girl for weeks. Possibly months. And to be honest, it’s been one rollercoaster road just to get where we are now so I’m not holding my breath for the encore. In that rollercoaster, we’ve been out, I’ve kissed one of her friends, she’s gone off on holiday kissing boys and we’ve been play fighting at work a lot. I know, I know. Play fighting is basically like saying “I want to kiss you but I’m too afraid so I’ll just play fight instead – at least that way I get to touch you?!”

I’ve been kicked out her house at 3am in the morning after she found out about her friend. I’ve gone out with other girls. And she’s even started asking questions about the girls I’m friends with on Facebook.

So she likes me. That’s the bottom line. And she must like me a lot if she has put up with all that (and more that isn’t really appropriate for this blog that little kids can access).

Now that we’ve kissed, I think it will go one of two ways. Either work will get very awkward and we’ll hate each other before long. Or we’ll through each other into this “thing” we have and see what happens.

Right now, I’m looking at her over the top of my computer and all I can think about is getting her back to my bed.