Lansdowne with M

I still had my friend Margaret staying with me on Friday, so I dragged her along to drinks at the Lansdowne (as I always do). Piers was there, along with a few Lansdowne types I always love to see, as well as a few other familiar faces from elsewhere in Clubland.

My friend Margaret was running late leaving work, and so I was worried that we would arrive too late at the Lansdowne for me to catch up with S (the Wild Welshman) before he had to go home and pack for his flight to Morocco in the morning. (He'd texted me to warn me that he would be leaving early, so I had to get there soon if I wanted to see him). Yet luck was on my side, as I caught him just as he was leaving, and persuaded him to stay a bit longer. Just good to chat to him before he went. Then when the Young Tall Scotsman arrived, between the two of us we nearly had him convinced to stay (he was definitely wavering at that point), but finally the Young Tall Scotsman and I stopped our guilt trip and allowed him to go home. He did have an early flight, after all!

Oh right, some background:

The Young Tall Scotsman - A guy within our social crowd who is very tall and Scottish. (Did the name give that away?) I'd never taken much notice of him, until my bestest friend within our social crowd confessed to me that she had a huge crush on him. She's never even SPOKEN to him to the best of my knowledge, but admiring from afar thinks he's very cute. (In my view he's not ugly, but also didn't quite see him as the male model she apparently does). In order to facilitate her actually speaking with him at some point, I struck up a friendship, invited him to events where I knew she would be (which she then cancelled on, grrr!) and just actually spent some time hanging out with him, upon where I discovered that he's wickedly funny. A week ago Wednesday the two of us ended up at a nightclub until 3 AM, just laughing and goofing around and having a great time.

The Young Dutchman left early as well, as he apparently had some hot date, so I spent most of my time talking with Liza and Chris, and a friend of Liza's who I hadn't met before. This girl, Kandi, is apparently a member of the RAC, but about 2 years ago was a member of the O&C. And I was so pleased when she said, "But I've been hearing so much about all that is going on at the O&C lately, it sounds like things are positively hopping! Apparently there's a really active YM community now, and it's really the place to be!" Liza chimed in that she thought we could take a lot of credit for that, as we'd really made it what it is. I was quite chuffed.

So then I got to chatting with the Young Tall Scotsman, among others, just having champagne and joking about this and that. And after quite a bit of champagne was consumed, he suddenly whispered in my ear, "After that Wednesday, I find I suddenly can't stop thinking about you."

Wait, what?

Yet before I could really ask him about it, I guess he felt like he'd made his confession and then turned to talk to someone else, where I couldn't really interrupt. But this had me thinking, "Oh, this is going to be such a mess." I'd originally befriended him on behalf of my friend. And now I was stuck in a situation equivalent to the one of Don Pedro wooing Hero on behalf of Claudio in "Much Ado About Nothing". Except, I have to admit, although I didn't originally see the incredible attraction my friend had for the Tall Scotsman, I have to admit since I actually TALK to him that he's quite funny and I've been growing quite fond of him.

Okay, but we were off chatting to other people, so I didn't think much of it, until I was moving from one room to another, quite on my own and away from the crowds, when I can't even remember how it happened (it happened so quickly), the Young Tall Scotsman suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist, pulled me in close, and kissed me. Hard and fast on the mouth, powerfully and passionately, leaving me just stunned for a moment. Wow.

And then I was so surprised, I said (and I can't believe I actually said this), "Wait, I wasn't ready for that! Again!!"

At which he just laughed and said, "I grab my opportunities where I can. Patience, my dear!"

So now a guy which I swear I had not thought anything of other than as a funny guy for my friend is now tumbling through my thoughts constantly, all due to one kiss. And I'm still not sure of how much I like him, but all I know is that I DEFINITELY want to kiss him again. (Although hopefully without my friend who had a crush on him first ever finding out. Although I wonder if she ever plans on actually speaking to him? She has actually been seeing another guy recently, so the Tall Scotsman should be off the agenda for her, but you know how girls can be funny about things like that).

Had quite a late night and a fun time (Margaret did brilliantly talking to the tons of random people everywhere, as I knew she would), and we piled ourselves into a cab for another late-night trip home. Clubbing with me means lots of late nights!!