So after finally starting my blog, I knew it wouldn't be long until inspiration for a post would come along....
Friday Night, after a long dreary week at work, I am off into town with the girls and my friend Dave to celebrate his new job. As per usual we are out for a 'few quiet ones' a quote which usually ends with 3 girls missing, one producing their tea in the toilet and so many tequilas we automatically become break dancers appearing in a dance video.
A few i.e. 10 vodkas later and I'm feeling in a flirtatious mood. Anything with a pulse needs to steer clear. I decide to stop and try my chances with three clearly underage police officers, looking all fresh faced and more to the point sober. Please stop me. Here. I suddenly feel the need to tell the youngest looking one, he looks like a tiger in bed. Kill me now.
My chance comes when one of them asks if I will fill in a form for a lost or stolen phone, I decided that either they are passing the time, or cheeky cheeky hes trying to get my number. Of course it was neither as they proceed to ask all of my friends. I laugh it off. The morning draws in as we leave the club at 6.
Waking the next day, my eyes glued together, I wake to find the police officers has added two not one, two of my friends on Facebook. Brilliant. Next time maybe.
I wonder if there is a ‘how to’ for fabulous flirting? I need to get me some.
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