Kids these days …. #Glasgow

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Its 7am and I’m having a lazy day.

I was still awake before my usual alarm at 6:30am even although I’m not “officially” working for the next two weeks.

Somehow I’ve managed to wangle it that the consultancy I was working for are still paying me until the end of the month even although I’m already working elsewhere and have been for the past 3 weeks until they implemented their “furlough” on contractors over the Easter period.

Bummer ..  shit happens .. but when It does sell toilet paper and Imodium.

So I’m making the best of it and looking for a last minute sunshine holiday for a week.

Better get those invoices done tho .. I’m garbage at that self employed admin stuff.

Anyhoo …

My youngest daughter is also on a break from her university studies over the next few .. yep she should be studying and has course works to do etc.

But last night her and her bestie were getting ready at mine and heading out on the town .. because  .. “Dad nowhere opens until 11”. Continue reading “Kids these days …. #Glasgow”

Get Into The Groove? #Humour

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This was my first time and I wanted it to be perfect in every detail.

Or at least as perfect as it can be when you have absolutely zero experience.

The build up seemed to last forever, I’d had lots of time on my own to imagine how it would feel.

How I would feel?

Would I embarrass myself, lose my confidence, do something stupid which leaves a damaged mind-set forever.

Of course I was going to be nervous, it was only natural and fully expected.

What wasn’t expected as we faced each other waiting to begin, was my complete memory blank.

All that practice on my own imagining this moment and my mind was empty.

Even worse, when I plucked up the courage to look you in the eye,  you returned my gaze,  waiting in anticipation of my next move.

No pressure then! 🙂

I gently but firmly placing my fingers where they are supposed to be, but their shaking and I’m terrified in case I get this badly wrong. Continue reading “Get Into The Groove? #Humour”

Blind-Sided – 5 – Coffee?

Ellen Barkin
It’s late-o-clock and the clock strikes three.

You’re standing in the kitchen of a strange girls home, not that she’s particularly strange … it’s just that you only met a few hours before.

She’s making tea, even although it was “coffee” that she offered in the car a few minutes earlier.

You’re standing watching her move around the kitchen, pulling out cups and getting the milk from the fridge.

You’re vaguely aware that the sun is starting to rise as you can see a faint yellow glimmer on the slither of horizon visible from her window.

You’re both playing the game of will-she-won’t-she ..

When you know full well that she will.

She didn’t let you come this far so soon to just offer you coffee.

Coffee?

A euphemism for what?

Does it mean more, or is that a presumption on your part?

Continue reading “Blind-Sided – 5 – Coffee?”

Blind-Sided – Part 4

Ellen Barkin
“Her hair is hollow gold, her lips a sweet surprise …”

20 minutes later and we are parked on the street outside her driveway.

She lives 20 minutes from the city centre, just a bit further out than my place, it seemed the right thing to do offering her a run home as she is only 5 minutes drive away.

The right thing to do?

Or wanting more of those kisses?

The song continued on the radio ..

“And she’ll tease, she’ll unease you, all the better just to please you .. ”

Would you believe me when I tell you that there were no kisses on the drive and I wondered if the moment had passed?

We spoke of life, history, why she was out with these friends she barely knows, why her husband was an ex.

Even when I parked, there was no contact, she took over her seat belt and I thought she was getting ready to go.

But she turned to face me, leaning back against the door looking at me but saying nothing.

“She’s precious and she knows just what it takes to make a girl blush .. ”

It’s another moment of truth, a decision point where polite chat about enjoying the night and it was good to meet you possibly becomes something else

I’m playing it cool, going through the niceties, waiting for her to decide.

Don’t you know that its always the girl that decides?

Continue reading “Blind-Sided – Part 4”

Kissing Like Strangers? … #poetry

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Lets just kiss like strangers
Like we used to once before
When we were young and nervous
And I walked you to your door

Lets just kiss like strangers
And smile each time we meet
I’ll hold your hand and open doors
When we are walking down the street

I used to bring you flowers
And I used to drive you home
Then in my dreams I’d kiss you
Although I was sleeping all alone

You used to make me dinner
And you used to pour my beer
But it seems like something’s changed
And I’m losing you I fear

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Blind-sided – Part 3

Ellen Barkin

Five minutes later she joins me back standing at the bar with Alex, we’ve exchanged names and possibly bodily fluids.

Passionate kisses with a stranger in the middle of a dance floor ..

Tasteless?

Or are you jealous?

Maybe you’ve been there yourself?

Maybe you were much younger?

Is age a viable excuse?

At 40+ years of age I’d go with tasteless.

I can’t even blame the beer as I was sober at the time, but what else can you do when a good looking gal wants to suck your face off at some hour after midnight?

Say no?

Run away?

It’s not going to happen is it?

Continue reading “Blind-sided – Part 3”