Sep 28, 2011
Not that making her laugh all night makes a blind bit of difference either.
Now I should really have left today, but quite frankly I want another bite at the cherry so to speak. That and when my friend taps my leg awake I tell them to bugger off. I went to bed around 9 and they want me up for 11. It's not going to happen. The day is wasted as usual and although my liver protests, I find myself at the happy hour of a hostel in town. Here I enjoy a good few hours talking, laughing and attempting to charm the young lady from the previous night. We discuss the merits of throwing a drink over the person you're attracted to as a possible chat up line. Playground tactics. Pulling the hair of the girl you like. Stealing a boys baseball cap. Splashy, splashy in the swimming pool. I think we both come to the conclusion that a face full of rum and coke isn't going to get you laid.