Oh Lordy in that he was utterly lovely and funny and clever and I fancied the pants off him and he fancied the pants of me and I think we made a bit of a show of ourselves snogging by the rooftop pool (hey, twas very glam).
But I think I might have had one caipirinhia too many on an empty stomach, and I sort of sexily tapped his cheek but a bit ah, too hard. So now he must think I'm a nutter who likes slapping people when pissed up.
Got home and no word.
No word this morning.
Bugger Bugger bugger.