So, picture last night. Here Beatrice was, hanging out with her new found Irishman, sitting on the couch in ye olde loft... chatting about this that and the other thing...
...The romance dimmed slightly due to the faint note of cat piss wafting through the air, courtesy of the roomie's cat taking revenge on her for leaving him outside on the patio all day... Yes little one, revenge is sweet, but next time, please direct it towards the correct person, and not all over MY bed...
Anyway, back to the couch. The air was electric. Just a simple touch on the arm by him was enough to make my skin dance.
Annd Thennnnn ** said in the voice of the Chinese take-out lady from "Dude Where's My Car"**
Um... ya... he's 25. Of course, there had to be something. I do take comfort in knowing that HE at least knew last night that I was a few years older than him... He thought 28 or 29... Close, I suppose. You could have knocked me down with a feather when he told me how old he was. In fact, I choked on my wine when he said it. Of course, that topic had been completely neglected the previous evening as we had been a little bit too preoccupied with other matters... kissing is fun... but my perception of him was that he was at least as old as me, if not older. He looks older at any rate. But after much discussion, I came to the conclusion that if he didn't give a hoot, than neither should I.
I'm not going to go into the gory details of the evening except to say that should you happen upon me somtime next week and I am wearing a turtleneck... know that this time it IS NOT due to the fact that I have a penchant for said articles of clothing... Necessity is a cruel bitch! **
So, the end story is that Bea the cradle robber and her wee Irish lad are going to see where things take us. I've been invited out tonight with him and some friends who are visiting... but I shall pass. Two nights of little/ no sleep are enough to do in even the most hearty of night owls, of which Bea is not, even in the best of circumstances.
I'm off now to buy some new bed linens...
Addendum: March 21st... Just to clarify, so that y'all don't think I'm the biggest cougar who ever cougared... No nookie was had on Friday... Bea was a good girl. No promises for the next time however ;)