Eat,drink and be merry

I went out. And... not sure whether it was the buoyant , happy feeling induced by the company of my friends who still put up with me or that bottle of Chateau-Neuf-du-Pape (or the Viognier. Or the Shiraz. Or the Riesling...) we had but... I flirted. A lot. With a hot door man. And I was feeling very OK and normal for a very long time. Until Phil Collins came on. 


Jesus. I'm such a long way from being normal again.

Then, on the way home I was approached by someone who wanted me to erm... take him with a strap-on. 

I'm sooooooooo not ready to face the dating world. So. Totally. Not.