23 July 2009

After spending the rest of the weekend cringing and getting naked flashbacks from the club, I settled back into work and started writing up the feature. It’s amazing how many people have asked me if I ‘got involved’.

Even my Editor (who is reaching about 55) asked if I was tempted to give it a go. Then our gay art editor continued to ask whether the men had huge willies and whether I got ‘even slightly turned on’ watching other people having sex.

By the time I left the office on Monday evening I think I was a permanent shade of red, thanks to all the blushing.

With all the excitement, I also forgot about my date with Damon and suddenly had to make a mad dash into Selfridges after work to replace my huge greying Bridget Jones pants with something a little sexier....well, just in case. As the Brownies say, a woman should always be prepared!

Damon had invited me to see a play which his brother is directing. It’s something about a war and lots of people who get trapped in a bomb shelter. I can’t say I was 100% looking forward to it but when I arrived at the theatre Damon had a bottle of wine waiting and informed me we could take it into the auditorium.

The play was dull, and as a result by the end I was well and truly sloshed. Luckily he thought it was rubbish too so we giggled about it the whole way home in the taxi.

When I say ‘home’ I mean his house. It seems tonight the best friend wasn’t going to turn up so (woo-hoo!) I was actually going to be spending the night with him!!!!