'the adventures of a thirty-ish university graduate' or, alternately and perhaps much more aptly: 'as mad as a barking fox'

Sunday, February 26, 2006

and i've never met anyone quite like you before

it's been months since i've been out dancing- fancy going?

i know you say you're not one for eighties music, but i promise that the words will come to you as if by magic and that the bubbles raining down from the ceiling will linger in your hair for a few brief moments, mirroring the lights reflected in your eyes. i'll wear a skirt for the first time in forever and won't be offended when you laugh at the disproportionate size of my calves in relation to each other. when you finally drag me away from the music, down the stairs and out into the snow, i'll let the wind buffet my body from side to side and squeal in a girly fashion when the wind slips up my skirt and bits at my thighs. you'll have to sleep over because you missed the last bus, but that's ok, i have lots of extra blankets and i'll even let you have wallace. in the morning when i stumble down the stairs, the sun will be leaking in through the curtains and you'll have coffee on the go.


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