lets all grow up dammit

the five things i am grateful for today:

1. The air con in my office, lord knows i would melt if i didn't have this thing.


2. my super sense of fashion, without it, i would never have spotted the gorgeous dress i found at Y.D.E. a few weeks ago that i am still getting compliments on even though its been 6 days since i wore it.


3. Google.


4. flavoured water.


5. biltong.

Anywho, so before i get onto the main point of my post, i just wanna give a quick update.

1. High flyer and i are on a "break"(read: i just feeling a bit bored, and he's out of the country but we still talk)

2. I was out on Saturday, with ridiculously embarrassingly drunk pal TILA and sane and cool pal GINGER when i met.. a..

Yup..a boy. I wasn't looking, i was not on the usual prowl. Nope.

One minute i was standing there with ginger, talking about how stoopid tila was being and the next minute, i am chatting to this really cool, funny, well spoken guy about jozi, about unidentified drunken injuries and lots more that i cant remember coz i was way down drunken lane. Anywho, before i knew it, it was 4.30(am) and we had to take dummy drunk ass tila home because she was all about being dumb and throwing champagne glasses (full) and ice at the loser she's dating because they were having another one of their dumb ass fights that they have every 20 Min's. Anyway, i exchanged numbers with editor boy and he said something about sms before i headed out.

Obviously, i was drunk when all this happened, but i remembered him the next afternoon when i woke up. I couldn't remember if he said he would text me, or if i should text him. Anyway, after dinner with a now sober (and embarassed) tila, i decided to text him (which i never do) something witty and cute. After the text was sent, i waited and tried to talk myself out of jumping into my phone and recalling the text. luckily geneva (my cat) took it upon herself to distract me by ripping my scarf to shreds (aka a blatant cry for TLC). I had totally forgotten about editor boy when my cell bleeps and there it is... a text from editor boy:

hey unwritten, sorry for the late reply. Had a lil bit of confusion outside the club (drunk idiots fighting over which car belonged to who), but the night turnd into the morning and got home at 8. Safe and sound though. i have discovers 3 u.d.i (unidentified drunken injuries). bet u have more coz u were closer to the fire than i was. hope no scars. it was lovely talking with u...

Yup, it was lovely talking with me bitches. Its been a text-a-thon since that and there have been numerous calls since.

Now, i go out on Thursdays, and he says he might join me later. I really hope he makes it. Only issue is that, same as baglett , i don't really remember what he looks like. hopefully I'm such a stunner he wont miss me. or i could get him to hint at what he's wearing? fuck, if i mess this up with editor boy, I'll sue me.

i just have to miraculously sober before i confirm whether or not he's coming.

unwritten. good luck.