Blog 16 - Cougaring

Things have calmed down after Sunday lunch. Roomie has realised she’s being completely daft about Mick and hypocritical in the light of ‘brothergate’. It turns out her and Mick had a few snogs many years ago and although she has claimed this has nothing to do with her objecting I suspect it probably has! We have agreed that I can do as I please but she just doesn’t want to hear about it.

CF is still texting like crazy from Aus. Late at night I can’t help thinking about it and pining like a soppy idiot. If he stopped contacting me then we’d just be able to drift apart but he is obviously still dithering as he just won’t let that happen. When I’m busy and having fun I feel really positive and keep thinking ‘I don’t need him’. So that’s what I’m trying to do…

But I can’t find anything exciting to do so I just keep going out for a few bevies’ with Roomy. I’m not sure if I feel pride or shame when the bouncers on the doors of some of the local bars greet us by name! We’re halfway between patrons and veterans in their eyes I think! So it’s Friday and that’s what we do.

So this is how we roll on an average night out…We stroll to the bar pretending not to notice that anyone else exists but we are of course casing the joint for any potential excitement…or competition. At the bar we pretend to be ensconced in deep conversation with each other but we are just making nonsense small talk whilst operating a deeper scan. The bar man greets us and asks if we’re having our ‘usuals’. We hope no one else heard that, we don’t want to become predictable after all.

In an ideal world whilst drinking and pretending to chat to each other we identify likely targets and start a series of moves including ‘come hither’ eyes, receiving an approach and some small talk. In reality what usually happens is we end up getting sloshed and having some completely unimportant debate that would sound like two drunken tramps arguing to an outsider. The latter is what happened that fateful night. Until about midnight when Mick and his friends walk in.

Well in my partially inebriated state I have completely forgotten the average kiss and he looks even more handsome than usual through my beer goggles! Roomie doesn’t seem to notice my cougar like slobbering over the poor lad. I don’t pounce immediately but if I’m truthful I’ve already decided that will be the outcome later on. Until we are kicked out at about 2am we all have a really good night, drinking and dancing etc…

As soon as everyone pours outside I just disappear to the taxi rank round the corner with Mick. Roomie will know the score, and she’ll also know that by doing it like that I was trying not to rub her nose in it. So this could be a lot of fun…until we rock up outside his house and I think ‘bit big for a young lad of his age’ and realise it’s his parents house! You know me by now, if I’ve committed to something then I’ll always go through with it even if I have the strongest feeling of impending doom/disappointment/disaster!

Well my instinct was right and I should have known better; I am way past creeping up the stairs so as not to wake parents, stepping over guitar amps to get to the bed and waking up to do the walk of shame down past a lounge door where a Dad is sitting with his eyebrows raised.