Choice

Finally succeeded in a night out with the two fave boys of the moment. It involved some careful planning of a slightly stalkerish knowing-what-time-he-finishes-work nature, and a lot of coercion of the sister to come out of her hungover vegetative state to have some hairs of the proverbial mutt.

Anyway, a top night had by all involved.....apart from perhaps the sister, who after so much resistance, enjoyed her 'hairs' so much, she fell off her bike on the way home.

The hot Aussie pretty much spent the entire weekend at my flat albeit on the sofa. Very chilled, no dramas. I weaved as many shirt-off opportunities as possible into the weekend plans, i.e. the pool, the gorge etc.

He finally cycled off at 10.30pm on the Sunday night, all relaxed and in topless photos very much stored on my camera.

No gossip to tell and no idea of his intentions, but I am intrigued all the same, if only to touch the chest! However, it is the quick witted Ralph that is still the favourite.

All this said, having not fancied anyone for ages (crushes aside), there are now two. TWO. Like bloody buses or sommat they say....

Two choices yet probably zero chances....still working on it....