Right now it is 8am and I am unsure if I have actually had any sleep at all last night, there was lots of laying in the dark and listening to breathing, but I'm not sure sleep went down, I just lifted my head up and suddenly there was sun.

This is the reason I don't really care much ...

Last night we had a bit of a celebration of Mabs and Lyle being down and decided to go out for the evening. Now obviously because we're students this meant drinking quite a bit before we went (which led to mildly drunken showering, bad times) and then getting a taxi into town (and giving an excessive tip) before going to a club. When we got to the club, in this case it was called Oceana (though I am unsure on that spelling) some of the boys we were with were not dressed nicely enough and therefore, we were halted from getting into the club.

(trust me this is going somewhere)

Because of this we go to the next nicest place we could think of and walk half way across the city centre to then go to Revolution. When we are queueing, and Blobs realises he's left his ID at home, we find out that it is in fact an over 21s night, therefore no dice with us 18/19 year olds getting in. SO then we decided to go to Buffalo because it was nice and chill in there before and that seemed like the atmosphere we wanted to go for after walking around the city center (and talking to some electrical surveyors on the street). When we get there, I forget the whys and the wherefores but after a bit I hugged Blobs up from behind, possibly something to do with the whole him not feeling like he's attractive thing.

THIS is when the story gets a little interesting for me.

As I am hugging Blobs some guy asks if the hugs are for everyone or just me and I volunteer Blobbin up for some male bonding hugs. I then start talking to the friend of this guy who I found out is named Dan Curruthers (I think it's spelt like that). We are talking for a bit and then I am introduced to the original friend, James 'Jim' Griffith (spelling on that is again unsure ... I will be certain when I get added to their facebooks), as well as their other two friends Tom and Pete. We then ask all the normal questions, the what are you studying, where are you staying sort of questions and somehow I manage to just stay with this group of people for the rest of the night. I have drinks bought for me without any mention of me paying them back and end up on James' knee for a little bit. (and maybe had a couple of innocent kisses too that involved 'spin the rose' (of which Mabs had bought me and got down on one knee to give to me right outside Spar, romantic eh?) and the transfer of the lip gloss I'd just applied to his lips.)

So I know what you're thinking, not very Cassie Guyon-ish there is it really? But wait, it gets better ... or worse depending on your reading.

As the night goes on the groups (both the guys we met up with and my friends) start to break up and go home a little bit, leaving just Jim, his friend Phil, G-Force and I .... which then just turns into James and I ... which is a nice series of events. I keep making jokes (as I then continued to for the rest of the evening) about how he is like 6/7 years older than me and we end up walking back to mine to make him tea. As I am changing my top he manages to trap his finger in the kitchen door and I then have to sit and nurse the poor finger whilst I make him tea and the rest of my flatmates who hadn't expected to see him again re-ask questions they are too drunk to remember the answers to.

At about 3am he decides he should make a move and because you need the keys to get out of my accommodation, I go with him. As we're walking down the alley to take us up to the second set of gates for me to then go back home he returns the offer for tea and we end up going back to his (which is like just down the road) for more tea, which is also good. We chat for a bit and then he suggests that I might as well sleep there since by this point it is 4am. He offered to sleep on the sofa, I refused to let him and said he should just sleep in the bed with me considering I'd still be fully clothed etc, plus the body warmth would be good, (I'm a sly dog, I know). So we end up at like 4:30 climbing into his bed and cuddling, me getting little kisses on the top of the head every now and then, and stay awake talking shit until like half 5-ish.

... from this point on there was a lot of sleeping on his behalf, changing positions and me laying awake thinking if there weren't so much alcohol in my system I might have been able to sleep too heh.

This is until it gets to like 7am and I check my phone to see the time and he questioned if I planned to leave, which I kind of did but then I ended up laying back down on his chest and relaxing with my legs wrapped up in his until like half 7 when I decided I should come home before the people who came to visit us this weekend jet off away again. I put my socks back on and he says again about maybe going to the beach later with his housemates and I suggest going to this party at Venue tonight. As I we're saying out goodbyes at the door he pulled my hand forward and gave me a little goodbye kiss..... All in all. A good night.

Bonus Feature to this story: My favourite thing was when I let myself in and went into the kitchen to get a drink Gabs was awake and on the floor and was like "Sorry, what?!" about me coming in and taking my coat off.

Good times.

xxx