Bowled over

Good evening blogger world, it's been a while hasn't it but worry not because I'm still here and I'm still alive and well. I trust you've all had a nice weekend? How's mine been? It's been real good thank you for asking and I've been kind of busy despite working through it. So I'm going to play catch up tonight as there are things I want to share and this is the first real opportunity I've had to sit down and give it some time. 

I love shopping, I do a great deal of it online these days because it's cheaper and more convenient but you cannot beat getting out and visiting your local shops. Now I used to do this alone because I was alone but isn't it so much better when you go shopping with someone else? I absolutely adore it, even if I'm not planning on buying anything it's a great way to spend a couple of hours together. Usually I go shopping with my boyfriend and because I'm with him I will often check out things I would not normally buy if I were alone, I guess because I have the benefit of a second opinion from a person I trust. It allows me to be slightly braver or it allows him to suggest options that perhaps I would not normally consider. This also works the other way too and that's the bit I particularly like, shopping with my boyfriend for my boyfriend. It just gives me so much pleasure and I cannot honestly identify the reason why except that maybe if we find something he really likes and that suits him it obviously makes him very happy; and without wishing to appear all slushy, I like to see him happy. But I think it's more than that.....

Anyway after saying all that we've not been out shopping together this weekend, I just got kind of side tracked there. But I did go shopping with girlfriend on Friday, I asked her to accompany me to Boots to check out a pair of glasses that I saw; I'm glad she came along. As I said I like a second opinion from someone I trust and it makes the whole process a whole lot more fun when I'm not alone. The glasses I saw did not suit me at all and each pair I liked the look of did not suit my face. I could have spent hours in there trawling through all the styles but thankfully girlfriend has some kind of speciality in choosing glasses that suit me; in fact she found the holy grail of glasses for me. You see I've always worn half-rim glasses as they seem to be the only style that suit my face and as a result I've always hankered for a pair of full-rim glasses but I have never been able to find a suitable pair. Up steps girlfriend with a pair of full-rim glasses that suit me perfectly, it's a miracle, a pair of Lambretta glasses with lenses for £99.00 - a bargain too. Well, that's until I added on scratch resistant and antiglare coatings along with transitions lenses (I need transitions due to having bright light sensitivity) which brought the cost up to £190.00; but it's only money after all. All I have to do now is wait until 6 May to pick them up, nigh on a fortnight until they're ready, crazy isn't it? Perhaps there handmade

by guinea pigs in Outer Mongolia and that's why they take so long and cost so much! Anyway I've also been mulling over another pair of Lambretta glasses that we saw and liked too, these were a pair of half-rim glasses, but they are just so cool and again priced at £99.00 with lenses. Can I afford it I ask myself? That's what credit cards were invented for I answer, but I don't know, I may check them out again tomorrow.

Friday night and I saw my boyfriend, it wasn't planned but it just kind of happened. We were messing about posting comments on the blog which inevitably turned to the subject of sex and I kind of propositioned him - asked him if he wanted a shag; to which he replied, yes. Next thing my phone is ringing to confirm I wasn't joking followed shortly afterwards by a knock on the door, oh happy days my friends. I won't bore you with the detail again suffice to say it was a very nice way to spend a Friday night in every aspect; it's always very nice to see him, he brightens my world up. 

Talking of unplanned, Derek B was having a birthday party at a local pub Saturday night to which I was invited. Now it is incredibly rare I mix business and pleasure and so almost always decline offers to go out with work colleagues, I just don't dig the ideal at all. What I do outside of work has nothing whatsoever to do with anyone I work with. That said I was seriously mulling the idea of heading over for a quick drink and wishing him a happy birthday but; and it is a big but...... People were hassling me all week about the party and I mean seriously pressurising me; it made me feel way uncomfortable. I abhor being pressurised to do anything, it puts me off whatever it is immediately and I just don't understand the reasons for it. People asking the same questions again and again, like the whole party depends on me; like I'm the life and the soul, like they'll see a different side to me, like they know me at all to see a different side. If they knew me they'd know how to treat me in such circumstances; and that tells the story. That's what comes from making plans. 

I dislike having to make or stick to plans; sometimes in life there's no getting away from it admittedly, but in my own free time there's little need. My boyfriend and I rarely make concrete plans to do anything, take Friday night - unplanned. We'll plan to meet up on weekends off and the like but we rarely plan how to spend the time together. It's mostly spur of the moment kind of stuff, how we feel at the time, what time we get up in the morning, what the weathers like or if a suggestion sounds good. That's how we like to live our lives, we're tied to a regime throughout our working days so it's good to escape the shackles and just take the days and nights as they come when we're together. So boyfriend saved me from the Saturday night party anyway, he knew I was so not cool with the whole idea (take note - he knows how to treat me!) so we went tenpin bowling. What a great night out, fantastic fun and a real good laugh; I've not been tenpin bowling in the longest time and forgot what a great alternate night out it is. I do have this kind of phobia with the bowling balls though, I always think my fingers are going to stick in the holes in the ball when I bowl and break them. I can never, ever get the thought out of my head - visions of a mangled up hand haunt me. 

Maybe that's why I lost? Truth be told it's probably because my boyfriend is better skilled at the discipline than I, but it's not the winning, it's the taking part that counts. That's crap, it's the spending of time together, having fun, forgetting about the world for a while; that's what counts. Now I'll let you all in on a little secret here, even my boyfriend because I've not told him. I just so loved watching him bowling, watching him move and watching his mannerisms; I think that was the best part of the night for me. That and watching his cute butt, imagining what he was wearing under his jeans, wanting to kiss him, undress him and touch him. Now I know you're probably thinking here I go again - it's all I ever think about, but despite the nature of the thoughts it really wasn't like that. It just made feel so lucky, that's all - a cute, sexy guy like that and he's going out with me. I found out what he was wearing under his jeans later that night anyway, along with the kissing, undressing and touching; well if you had a cute and sexy boyfriend it would be a waste not to, wouldn't it?

When all's said and done it's been a busy weekend of fun despite work commitments; and it's been great. I'd normally be dog-tired by now after burning the candle at both ends some, but I'm not - I feel very much alive. For all the right reasons, as the weekend bids farewell, it's left me feeling bowled over.