Leering

Out for a few drinks last night with my oirish friend, making the most of the fact her fee-on-saaay is away.

She is a very bad influence and I have incredibly little willpower. Thankfully I declined her night cap offer of a bottle of champagne. It not only gives me a terrible hangover, but I had clearly drunk quite enough already.

I did some barman crush leering. It started with some friendly chat and then playing it cool, followed by some unnecessarily long eye contact behaviour as the night wore on.

What started with a sparkly smile, ended in a window-licking sunshine bus inane grin.

I think I'm in.