I don't know why I go all coy sometimes, I know that sooner or later I will get too excited and spill the beans anyway!! I was talking to Vivienne last night, recieving an ammusing and gripping running commentary of how her simultaneous online flirting was going . . . I still don't know how it ended!!
Little did she know that I was partaking in a little online flirtation of my own. I met a guy on New Years in Bangkok. An Irish lad, Ronan, who seemed very sweet to talk to, and large striking blue eyes decorated with a million lashes. All was fun, until he's had rather a bit too much to drink. Alcohol is served by the bucket load in Thailand, so it is easy to get carried away.For the three nights that I was in Bangkok, we met him each night is the best bar on Koah San Road - The Roof Terrace. Once drunk he seemed not to be able to function or speak properly. Hmmmm, I'm not painting a very good picture am I!? When sober, he was perfectly lovely, you'll have to trust me!!
He struck up a conversation last night, knowing that he was trying to flirt, and in all honesty I did need, and was going to jump in shower, so I told him to hold on for ten minutes when I would be back online. When I returned to my computer the usual "wish I could join you. . ." "blah di blah" exchanges were made, resulting in him telling me how much he would like to fuck me. Now, I usually like to encourage a bit of detail, but I could tell that he was a little amaturish at this, and I didn't feel like wasting my dirtiest thoughts on him. I resist re-using old material on different people, it feels weird for some reason. Anyway, I felt he didn't need or deserve my very best. I was very much in the mood for a fuck, especially as I was imagining that Vivienne would be in line for a good rogering herself. Only problem is that Ronan lives in Dublin, and I live in London. So now I've been invited to Dublin for the Easter weekend. I would love a good fuck, but sometimes I feel when it is too forced - say, like travelling a few hundred miles, is it going to be a bit under-whelming. I shall decide by tomorrow.