Reading! but not in the nice way

Yes, I can't help myself. I was back at Reading this weekend. I had a really good reason, I was going to pick up Penny Tatu (modus vehiculus) from the mechanics, who I've decided is the bomb! (No, not that way... and you know what I'm walking about!) he definitely made Penny purr. So Friday night went to get my groove on the dance floor. And it was dancing like I could give a rats ass what anyone else thought, grind, whine! You name it, I did it! The DJ was so happy we got one bottle of champaigne...mhmm!
Saturday rolls round and even after a night out it's a fight to get back to sleep after 7.30am, what's up with that? I partake of some female beauty rituals (maintenance is key.) In the evening I went over to my buddies place to get the drink on, some amaretto and coke...sweet! Enter in Short Putt! OOOH annoying child, he actually tried to hit one me! I knew this boy from back when and, (not that I'm mentioning my age or anything) but he's illegal in some sectors of society! (Mainly the sane sector). I used to help him with he's assignements before I graduated, he's a young'un! That wasn't the worst part, that came when I had to drop his excessively inubriated Arse home! It was like driving with a drunk octopus, one hand on the wheel, while the other one smacking him away...WHY? What had I done against the God's to deserve such punishment? When the car stopped, I didn't wait to see if he went into the right house, let alone got out the car!
My trip to Reading would have been so much better if the little Short Putt had stayed put, elsewhere.
End Rant

EYE SEX:
So good it'll make you wet! Man. The whole topic of eye sex came about when a freind was discussing my encounter with the current object of my infatuation. He was awesome, beautiful eyes, and the five o'clock shadow that promises to tickle my skin. Sweet Lord, am twikapated! Anyway everytime we tried to check the other out, we'd get caught out. He's eyes, my eyes, it was like the first kiss, working out who's head goes where. In the end it made more sense to just let it all hang out and enjoy. Hence our lovely walk, with a promise for more tomorrows. We fit, he's not too tall and my head comes up to just the right spot (NICKI... SO HELP YOU GOD, MAKE THAT COMMENT AND I WILL HURT YOU!).
So like a cat awaits a mouse with the utmost look of innocence, I will wait! With coffee's and movies and all the other opportunities to make promises with our eyes that our bodies definitely intend to keep.