I have so much to tell you about.
Let’s start with Saturday, the rugby match that i told you i was going to. Well it wasn’t anything that i had expected, very different indeed. We travelled by lots of trains and tubes and got there i think it was about two-ish. And the rugby started at half five, so we had a fair amount of time. We went to a pub to meet my boyfriend's mum's friend, and his friend. They seemed really nice and quite funny too. Three or four pints later, not for me obviously, i hate beer. It’s horrid. We went round the corner to a smaller but more packed pub and had more drinks there, this time i had a J2O- yum. The friend that we had met up with did a lot of talking and taking the mick a little, out of my dimples. He was getting a little drunk at this point and smoking a fair bit too. I sometimes find drunk men rather pervy and repulsive- i don’t think it helped that he grabbed me round the waist and said "hello sexy" not only did it scare the shit out of me, but it made me feel really self conscious. And i don’t need to feel that anymore than i already do. I looked round to see if my boyfriend saw so i could give him a 'help-me-get-away-from-this-man' look. But he didn’t. Unfortunately for me. After that we went to the stadium and walked round a little then went to our seats, we were so close to the pitch. My boyfriend started acting like a little boy on Christmas day, it was so cute how excited he got. He's so passionate about rugby. As i found out during the match. It was so tense and they weren’t playing brilliantly. My boyfriend got very frustrated and tense himself. I didn’t like that side of him much- i think it was probably cos i don’t want to see him like that if you get what i mean, i want to make things better for him, so he's not like that. Thankfully, they did win in the end, and he was so happy about this- as was i, but not so much. We got something to eat after the match- this i was truly grateful for; i hadn’t eaten anything for 12 or so hours. We walked all the way back to the pub which took just under an hour i think. We had to walk so fast, before it got dark. My feet were killing when i got home. All in all, it was such a good day. Although, i was absolutely shattered when i got home. This was because i got up at half eight and didn’t get to bed until one in the morning. A long day.
Sunday was chilled out, then a had rehearsals which was nice. Mostly chatting to my bestfriends and having a laugh.
Monday, wow. I was having my boyfriend stay over for the first time- before i carry on, no it was not for sexual purposes, sorry to disappoint you. He came over in the afternoon and we just chilled and watched DVDs and films chatting away to each other. I discovered that the best feeling in the world is feeling so comfortable with someone that you don’t even care what you look like in the morning; i had crazy bed hair and no makeup. Yet i wasn’t bothered what-so-ever. Snuggling up in bed with him was so good. I suppose you see it in the romance films and always want it to happen to you, and when it does; wow. When i was getting ready in the morning, i got dressed in the bathroom and went back into my room to grab my make up to go and do in the bathroom and my boyfriend came in behind me and saw me putting it on and wrapped his arms around me and told me i didn’t need make up, and that i was beautiful the way i was. This made me overly happy. I cannot tell you how good it is to hear someone say that to you.
Is that the time? Oh shiiiiit.
Better go,
Ciao ox
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