32 and 3 weeks!

So I have turned 32! WOW... I remember being 21 and wondering what it would be like once I reached 32... honestly not that different. A little more gray hair in places, a little more experience under my belt and a couple more wrinkles that I cannot hide no matter how much cream I apply.  Wiser? Maybe. Worldly? I guess. Content and happy with life? Getting there!

Now that I am 32 and still single you would think that I would learn from previous mistakes in the dating world? The rules of one night stands, when to give out your number, what it really means when someone want to walk and talk and what they really mean when they ask how you are going in a text... why on earth can't it be simple and stop with the double meaning?!?!?!

Over the weekend I was invited to go to a gay fundraiser that involved watching male stripper... hello free alcohol, supporting the gay community and the chance to see a penis of a hot man, I was going to attend with bells on! Of course attending such an event of course I needed to have someone who can hold a conversation with anyone, fun and just as cheeky as me... there was one person I wanted to invite and thankfully after quite a lot of nagging she was free!

Saturday night I had to offer dinner before we went out so after a bottle of wine, roast meal we finally get ready and head over to this fundraiser event. We get in have a couple of drinks, chatted to some lovely people, a couple of sponsors and of course the hosts of the event. All in all it was a lot of fun and very civilised.

Then the strippers started... now some of these men we damn hot, while some I would have paid for them to keep there clothes on! But all in all it was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it. My cheeky friend and I decided to strike up a conversation with one of the strippers and gave him a drink... after a couple of cheeky remarks we decided to leave.

For two people in to their 30's we were ready to go have some fun and seeing we both hadn't been out and let our hair down for a while we decided we should go dancing. We tried to locate some friends at another bar but after stepping inside I was not in the mood to hang out in a straight bar. So we quickly made our way to a gay bar that played cheesy pop music.

Not in the mood to join the queue we walked straight up to the bouncer and advised that we were friends of one of the bartenders... I had seen this happen in a movie and it worked and believe it or not it worked this time too! Inside it was packed, hot and the we were greeted with ABBA on full blast.

After two hours of dancing, drinking and accidentally finding a couple of very good friends who were also out having fun we were approached by what looked like a straight man dancing away to the music. He started to dance with my female friend and became very chatty... I was thinking no matter were she goes she picks up and she was in a GAY BAR!!!

But after an hour it became quite obvious he was interested in me... nice feeling seeing at this point I was ready to go home to bed. So we danced some more... tried to chat, which is near impossible on the dance floor and he asked me for my number... sure why not!

After another hour or so of dancing I was feeling like a 90 year old with a stiff back, ringing in my ears and my feet were hurting, but looked fabulous in a pair of boots! So I decided to leave and had this new found friend in tow. There was no way I was in the mood for a one night stand... I am 32 and have had my fair share of one night stands... also I was a little tipsy and drunk sex is never good and was not in the mood to wake up with a hangover and have a strange man in my bed.

Walking up the road I decided I would talk to this guy and see what he is actually about, was there a spark? Not sure as I was in a alcoholic haze! It was almost 3am and I had been dancing for quite some time, I was tired and tipsy and a little chatty so I wanted to know more. I got to know a crucial piece of information that when he was drunk as he was that he tends to throw up, that sealed the deal and there was absolutely no way this guy was stepping foot into my apartment.

Trying to avoid the discussion that he might come around I said goodbye, gave him a kiss and told him that I would text him tomorrow. Which I did and got a text back asking me how I was and seeing that I am now 32 and no longer 21 I was really feeling my age. My legs were sore, I could barely stand straight but thankfully I am old enough to remember to drink water before bed to avoid a hangover, but importantly there was this very nice guy and to be honest I could barely remember his face... so I decided to text him lets meet up later in the week and catch up! Do you think I heard back... of course not! But then again I am 32 and not 21 in the mood of wasting my time with someone who only wants a one night stand. We'll see if I hear from him again...