Ok, reporting for Dumpling duty < salutes >.
Before I start with my report, a big hello to all of you, welcome to Apingoth and I'm so sorry to hear that you've had a rough few days Startingover, I'm not surprised that it's all hit hard after such a week especially with Christmas coming up.
Right ( braces self ) - Friday night. As I said, I looked an utter tart, no point in pretending otherwise, it took all my courage to take my coat off and as we were among the first to arrive in fancy dress, we had to walk through an entire room of normally dressed people to get to our party. It's certainly one way to get attention - heeeeeeere's some breasts and following on some way behind, here's Caramela. God knows what flack I'm going to get at work.
So met Bollock Face there - original plan pre-dumping was to get ready in his hotel room, - new flinty Caramela says non and trollops-up at home. We spent the night giving an apparently not entirely convincing impresion of being 'friends' despite a rigidly enforced no touching , no gazing, no flirting and lots of talking to other people policy.
We get on very, very well and that hasn't changed - we make each other laugh a lot. I drank enough to be slightly tipsy but definitely not off my face, so brain and love tunnel had a summit, discussed rationally the repercussions and implications of each option open to us and decided unanimously to spend the night getting shagged senseless.
Reader, I was.
We had a fairly minimal amount of sleep, I had one entirely new sexual experience ( oo-err , not averse to another go actually - I am contemplating the fact that I have begun the final descent into utter slutness but have told you lot as I feel a responsibilty to amuse you ).
It was all absobloodylutely marvellous. Plenty of the old CL - sighs.
We spent most of yesterday together, however I am mindful of something that I think Beauty said weeks ago, it's not what they say, it's what they do. If he makes some serious actual commitments, not just plans or speculation or preparations, then he can have me - I love the twunt but I aint being messed about no more, no matter what pretty words he spins. I am looking after Numero Uno now - he needs to decide what's important to him.
Dumpling opinions welcome as ever.