My poor liver needs a rest. Good job it's a quiet weekend.
Four drinks and dinners on the trot - Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Same bar, same restaurant, different ladies. Couple of martinis and a bottle of wine - great on Monday, Great on Tuesday, starting to overwhelm me on Wednesday and perhaps not the best on Thursday. Today I sleep. Unless I get a good offer...
On Tuesday night the maitre d' 's eyebrows were raised. On Thursday they were lost in his hairline. But he had the good grace to do it when the lady's back was turned. And the sommelier gamely gave me the wine menu every day. Same answer everytime.
Must go to the gym this weekend. Got to recover (and with the crisp morning this morning - winter is coming, need to get ready for skiing).
meanwhile - pass me the neurofen please. pretty please. i need to sleep in a conference room.
Oh no! You're not one of THOSE men are you! Please tell me this bar is not near Smiths Fields market. If so, I fear we can no longer be virtually communicate. :p
ReplyDeleteIt's odd. Reading this I shout, "YAY, go you! And well done for getting away with it." But as a women who has been on the receiving end of such behaviour, I'm not so thrilled for you.
I'll meet you half way and pat you on the back for such game play but whatever you do, don't get caught out by one of the women. She won't hate the game, she'll hate the player.
Ha! Don't worry - you're safe...I'm well to the West of you.
ReplyDeleteIn my defense - there's no commitment on the part of any of them (either way), apart from the desire to go out and have a good time with good food, good drink and, hopefully, good company! If things were to go further then I'd be a good boy.
As an aside - my ex has told me how, shortly after moving to London after University she had to start meeting chaps for breakfast as she'd run out of evenings to go out...