Evening all.
I went to my semiregular expat night to catch up with some friends. I saw the Translator for the first time in ages, and chatted to CheshireCat a bit, although she really was quite dull, which was vaguely amusing for some reason.
I spent most of the evening chatting to an English friend, a woman of about 22 or so who I've known for a while and we get on. She introduced me to some other people she knew and we chatted for a couple of hours.
The most amusing though was her friend the DramaQueen, a dancing/drama teacher, British and waaaaay too young for me, who was a very touchy feely person, stroking my pecs and stuff, a little bit invading-personal-space type of thing, but I could forgive it because she was quite frankly stunning. Still too young though at 21. That would be horribly wrong.
However I found as the evening went on and we moved to another place she was all link-arms-with-Bant, smile winsomely, persuade her friend to come to the place I'm going with my mate, 'let's go with bant, it'll be fun' - and after she has several drinks she ended up really coming on to me, the up-front-in-your-face waiting for me to kiss her thing. And even though she would possibly be the most attractive woman I've ever kissed it was just .. Not going to happen.
I was bemused though by the fact that a remarkably good looking woman of 21 would be up for a kiss with a man of my advancing years though. Possible father issues, which made me feel weird.
I put her in the tram home, hugged my friend goodnight and had a laugh with her about it then headed in the other direction.
Strange evening