I've had a fun day.
Shopping this morning followed by lunch at a rather swanky thai restaurant with my Mum, then home for a bit of a girly pampering session before heading out for cocktails with the girls.
Nothing spectacularly exciting, but I enjoyed myself.
The girl's night out was a somewhat subdued affair for the most part, we all have work tomorrow so did the responsible thing and didn't get completely squiffy. Just elegantly muddled.
Which was enough, in some cases more than others, to let our hair down and set tongues wagging.
Our friend ... (I shall call her Friend X) was recently smitten with a guy she met through work (I shall refer to him as Male X). For weeks we endured her obsession. We heartily applauded and congratulated her when he finally asked her out and waited with genuine interest to see whether it was going to be the big romance of the year.
It started out well; according to Friend X he was male perfection. They had 3 or 4 "awesome" dates and we were soon being bombarded with a running commentary on his numerous charming qualities, not to mention a constant stream of "Male X thinks ..."/"Male X says ..." etc.
Then suddenly it all stopped. We were all out one night and she simply didn't mention him, when asked how things were going she shrugged, a little too nonchalently, and said it was over. We cast intrigued, questioning glances at each other, this was the first we'd heard of it. Being the good, thoughtful friends we are, we of course didn't let the matter drop and probed poor Friend X until she became very tight lipped and said "I don't want to talk about it. OK!" in a tone I'm fairly sure only dogs could hear.
Ever since then we've taken every opportunity we can to grill her on the subject; we're cunning, we drop it into conversation mid-sentence hoping she'll answer before she's had time to realise what we're up to, we've tried to break her down with a barrage of texts, e-mails and IM's. That's dedication to snooping for you. But she has remained annoyingly silent on the entire matter.
But tonight ... ahhh! We hijacked her with cameraderie, daiquiries and cheesecake, a deadly combination of forces at work too powerful for a mere mortal to resist ... and AT LAST all was revealed.
Poor Friend X.
Turns out things had progressed rather well on the 5th date; they'd had a lovely meal, the conversation had flowed, he'd made her laugh, he'd mentioned possibly going away at some point for a weekend and she'd shaved her legs ... so of course she took him home. Things continued to progress well ... right into the bedroom, where playful flirtation edged with plenty of sexual tension promised to make the evening one to remember.
They even had a pillow fight ... how cute is that?
Very cute ... except that Friend X, in her excitement, had forgotten that under her pillow was where she kept her "lady's toy".
After she blurted this prime piece of information out to us there was a short, stunned silence, quickly followed by this conversation:
Friend 1: So, what? He just left after that?
Friend X: Yes, I swear, I have NEVER been so embarrassed in all my life!
Friend 2: What kind of a wuss gets scared off by a vibrator for f###'s sake!?!?!?
Friend 1: Well, to be fair, those Rabbit's do look a bit like instruments of torture
Friend X: I think it was the other 2 that really put him off
Stunned silence
Me: You had 3 vibrators under your pillow?
Friend X: Yes, he didn't say much, but maybe he was a bit intimidated?
Friend 1: Jesus!! No wonder you don't come out much!
Friend 2: I'm amazed she ever comes out at all
