Falling head over heels and more of cupid's stunts
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. The 'something blue' was my ass.

Last September one of my closest friends got married. We started early on the bubbly - a champagne bridal party breakfast then another bottle back at the flat while we deliberated over what hairstyle would work best, and by the time we'd remembered that we had to book a taxi, get her into her dress and make it to the venue we were in a very jovial mood. The bellinis following the ceremony only helped fuel the merriment and my inability to walk in a straight line.

Post-dinner, I cadged a cigarette from someone and joined the crowd of smokers outside. I found myself standing beside the bride's rather hot brother whom I'd met once or twice before. There, over roll-ups, pints and lengthy talk about cars, planes and music, we drunkenly flirted with all the subtlety of a brick to the forehead.

In my inebriation I'm not sure who made the first move - I had no intention of trying to pick up anyone but the opportunity was there and the kissing was very lovely. The other smokers had long since dispersed and we settled ourselves for a lengthy clinch against the front door of the venue...
...until the next smoker, desperate for a nicotine fix, opened the front door and I fell straight backwards through the space appearing behind me and into the hallway, landing smack on my ass - my face still attached to that of the bride's brother, and a glass of wine in my hand with not a single drop missing. Classy.

Five minutes later, as he went to buy another pint to replace the one he'd dropped, the bride's brother fell down the stairs.

The next morning I had to do the walk of shame into the post-wedding brunch where everyone had heard of my acrobatics and took great pleasure in mimicking my escapades from the night before.

Still, the bride's brother is now sitting on the sofa next to me eating a bacon sandwich and talking to me about cars, planes and music. We're two commitmentphobes doing monogamy with a large dollop of wariness. He's moody, bloody-minded, and predictable in his unpredictability. He's also kind, interesting, funny, capable, and the hottest damn man I haver ever had the pleasure of pleasuring. He makes me feel that I'm living. Maybe that's why I fell for him.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 15:24, 1 reply)

cupid's stunts?
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(ladyintheradiator, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 23:40, closed)