Keeping warm

Psssst! I have a secret. Now I remember why I haven't linked my real-world friends to this blog; so I can share stories like this that I'm not telling anyone else. You comfy? Got the hot beverage (or alcoholic beverage if that's how you roll) of your choice and biscuit/cookie to dip?

I went over Mr Argument's flat on Tuesday, just to play computer games and pool and socialise. We ended up drinking and I decided to crash there. Mr Argument is a friend; the sort of friend I go over to the house of and play games, drink and crash and that's it. That wasn't it. His house-mate, Mr Vanilla (I haven't found a particularly distinguishing feature to name Mr Vanilla after, hence the bland name), left to go to a film-night with his friends. So me and Mr Argument were left alone... you can see where this might be heading can't you? well we carried on drinking and playing games, but... (here it comes) ...then we kissed. Just a kiss, or two, or so, that's not so bad right? We were drunk, and both been lacking in attention for a while. That's not to say I'll tell my friends about it: I won't, especially as there's kind of a non-thing going on between me and one if his best friends (I'll save that story for another time)

I haven't yet mentioned his place is absolutely freeeezing! It's been about -4 degrees C at night (dunno what that is in F but it's below freezing) and with single-glazing, a lack of insulation and small radiators it doesn't feel much different in the flat. So, with our logical heads we could see no harm in sharing a bed, just to stay warm mind. Of course in our drunken state it got a little more than that, but not a lot more as I think we both knew we'd regret it in the morning if we did take it all the way. (Though now knowing he's so well endowed is going to play on my mind a little maybe) Then it turns out he's a total bed-hog, and I was feeling uncomfortable from the alcohol earlier, so rather than lying dead-straight on the few cm I had managed to hold onto of the bed I decided to move to the freezing living room. I got very little sleep due to the cold even in my mittens and scarf, but at least I had space to wriggle. I made a swift exit the following morning, but did have the decency to wake him first.

We're both quite pragmatic, but also we're the sort of people that are willing to ignore things for the sake of making everything easier. And it has been easier. I was out with him and some other friends last night, no mention or in fact no awkwardness regarding the situation at all. Was like any other night, and I crashed at his again, but I wasn't the only one this time and I was prepared with a thermal sleeping bag. I enjoyed last night, could've been the going out on the town for the first time in ages, could've been the other person that crashed at Mr A+V's...

One of Mr Vanilla's friends (let's call him Mr Media) stayed too, so we were both to sleep in the living-room. We had banter, hugs (for his warmth benefit of course :P) and kisses. I'm not sure if there's anything there, am starting to think I should've given him my number just in case. We'll see, he may never be mentioned again, or he may reappear, just thought I'd say.

See you next week x