Stuff and things
Weekend last week - it was great, a lot of fun, extremely relaxing. But….. I don’t know. I don’t know what it is. Still an awful lot of flirting, but he just seems very reluctant to move things further. Is that because he doesn’t want to? Is it because he is scared? I can certainly understand that. And I fully understand the situation of doing nothing - as in totally nothing, not moving forward, but not moving backward either, letting someone else actually make the decision for you.
But I can’t do that. Not at the moment. I too am scared.
One point sums it up precisely. At one point I actually said to him, in a joking way, “Hey, come on, some feedback wouldn’t go amiss, let me know if what I am doing is right.” His response was, “Well, I haven’t told you to stop have I?” No, D, you didn’t. But I need to know that you want it, not that you will just tolerate it.
Last night was a friend’s birthday do at a pub in town. Lots of people I used to work with - I do love meeting up with them. I’ve worked at a lot of places, but that place was the friendliest. Krazy K came too - her first night out since she has been back at work. I drove into town, and parked outside Q’s house (I do this a lot now - he is close to town, and even though it’s residential, touch wood I’ve not had a ticket yet, and he has a visitors parking permit on order). He was already at the pub (had been since 4.30).
Got very drunk in the pub - although at £5 a drink it almost bankrupted me! M, whose birthday it was is so cute when he is drunk. He is one of the loudest people I know - he has been banned from a lot of pubs near his work, simply for being too loud. He’s not rowdy, just very, very loud. He is also very cuddly, especially when drunk, just wants to keep hugging people.
When we got kicked out of the pub (not sure of time, would have been 1 or 2, depending on closing time of the pub), we went into a bar/club opposite.
God, the music was shite!
Didn’t stop me dancing though.
Krazy K said at one point, after a particularly huggy moment with M, “God, he so wants to snog you….” Huh? “Do you think so? I thought he was just being his usual self?” “Maybe, but I think he wants to snog you.” Hmm, this is new to me.
At some point, I was talking to Q - he was doing his usual, “yeah, baby, I know how to make you feel good, blah blah blah” patter he always does. So strange - wouldn’t take much encouragement, and I know it would be plain and simple uncomplicated sex, bit of fun, everything back to usual. Except I know it wouldn’t go back to usual, because having done it, the flirting would stop. I think that’s the main reason I’ve not properly encouraged him.
Anyway, back to last night - I was talking to him, and Krazy K comes up, “I think I want to go now, and E says he will share our taxi as he lives round the corner from me, and he wants to go now, do you want to leave?” Q jumps in, “No, it’s ok, stay at mine, your car is there any way, save the taxi fare, and no need to get the bus in in the morning… I’ve got the spare room,” he added. I looked at him. Fuck it.
“It’s okay,” I say to Krazy K, “I’ll stay out, and will go back with Q.”
“Are you sure you know what you are doing?” I laughed. “No. But what the hell.”
Just before we left the club, Q went for a wee. I am standing there, when suddenly a fight breaks out. I didn’t see what started it, I backed up against the wall, bouncers waded in, it was over pretty quickly. Q comes back after it’s all over.
So we thought. As I went to head over the dance floor to the door he pulls me back. “No, wait a couple of minutes….” I didn’t see anything, but waited. Then we went to the door, and looked out, all seemed to be okay, so we went out.
To find some poor bloke unconscious on the floor. One bloke with his shirt half hanging off. And another bloke with his face covered in blood.
There were two women and a bloke kneeling over the unconscious guy (and, being Torchwood town, and 2 degrees below zero, none of them wearing a jacket, both girls wearing corsets and shorts!), calling for something to put under his head. Q hands over his jacket, as he pulls his phone out and rings 999. It all got very confusing, as there were 3 people on the phone to the emergency services at the same time, all relaying the same message. One of the women calling out in a panicky voice, “His pulse is really weak, his pulse is really weak,” this gets relayed, at which point the bloke stirs, and tries to sit up.
Nothing like that to sober you up pretty quickly.
The police took about 10 minutes to get there. We hung around a bit, really just waiting for Q to get his jacket back. We hadn’t witnessed the fight, so there was no point us staying too long. The police were talking to the other two hurt guys, trying to find out what had happened. Also, apparently it was right in view of the CCTV from the bar, so hopefully they will get the fuckers. From what I could gather, the unconscious guy had been bottled on the back of his head, and then kicked repeatedly while he was out. By three guys. Not sure if the other two were his mates, or just people who waded in to help.
Anyway, by the time we got back to Q’s, was not quite as drunk, or as happy as I had been.
Went to bed around 5.30 - me to the spare room, him to his room!
Woke up this morning (just, I think it was 11.40), and Q went and got bacon and sausages, and we had a huge fry-up!