four days

in a fleeting moment a decision is made

a week after the events of drinks with friends and a fantasy indulged I head on out for dinner with friends after a gruelling run to Kings Park. We eat at our local steak house and a great time is had by all. Good food, good drinks and great company and conversation. I had plans to meet up with Claire later that night for midnight Nandos as she was going to be out that night and I was planning on being a homebody.

Feeling pretty tired, I lay on the couch, in my pyjamas, while waiting for Claire to call me for our midnight snack. Almost falling asleep, Claire sends me a few txts teeing up our plans. Then she throws a curve ball and invites me out clubbing.

I remember half standing, half still sitting on the couch, contemplating the options. Having been for a big run, I was physically tired. Having had a massive meal, I felt pretty bloated. All excuses though. So before any time had really passed, I thought to myself, what the hell and let Claire know I would jump in the shower and head on out – fast as I could.

a series of events

The series of events that lead me to the flight of stairs are pretty mundane. Seemingly ordinary. Claire and I had our midnight snack. Raced home so that I could de-gayify as we were about to ventured to a dodgy straight bar. Bump into a bunch of people from Claire’s work and some of her close friends.

Feeling very out of place, we easily decide to ditch the current venue and head on to good old faithful Connies.

While standing first in line on the stairs leading to the roof, we were pounced upon by a random who had just walked up the main stairs having just arrived at the club. The bouncer protested and directed him to the back of the line, the random insisted that he was with Claire and I, and we just shrugged and said ‘Sure’.

We all go to the roof and he bought us a drink.We introduced ourselves – for now let’s call him Big Red, and got talking. There was an instant connection.

Claire was in fine form with her Wing-man duties and had dragged me away at least a half a dozen times to introduce me to some other random. Each time, I would rush the introductions and quickly excuse myself to get back to the very intriguing Big Red – standing there insulted and shocked by Claire trying to palm me off onto some other guy.

Eventually she gave up trying that night.

The night progressed, many drinks were had. You guessed it internet readers, I got my shirt off and danced on the stage. When we had all had enough, Claire, Big Red and I left for my place.

Big Red spent the night, and it was the end of nights activities that earned me the name ‘Friday night shag‘ which would be used to introduce me to many people over the coming days.

day one

In the morning Big Red had plans to meet some of his oldest and closet friends for breakfast, he invited both Claire and myself. Being that I was completely intrigued and attracted to this amazing man, and what with my current philosophy of saying yes to more invites… we went along.

I was introduced by Big Red as his ‘Friday night shag’. We shared some coffee and some conversation. My eyes were opened to a world of different people, amazing people, who all along had been living and one even working, right along side me in what I refered to as sleepy town Perth.

After breakfast we all go our separate ways to wash off the night before. Big Red comes round and we spend a very hot afternoon on the couch and the bed. He invited me to dinner to meet more friends, of course I said yes.

On the way to dinner I get a text from Christina and have a short conversation which at the end of, we are no longer friends. More on this in a later post.

I am fashionably late for dinner, needed to walk off the phone call and it’s ramifications. Big Red introduces me as.. you guessed it, his ‘Friday night shag’ and I immensely enjoyed the company at dinner. After dinner, the whole party made it’s way to the Court where I met up with Mr Hollywood and Simon. We were also joined by some of that mornings breakfast people.

I was doing my usual, dancing slutty on the podium with Simon and Mr Hollywood. I noticed Big Red attempting to be subtle at checking me out. He later admitted that he could not keep his eyes off me. Some of us made our way to Connections. I am sure you know what happens next, but just in case we have some new readers….

I had my shirt off and was dancing like mad on the stage, having a blast with a very hot and shirtless Big Red. At some point it ended up Mr Hollywood, Simon and myself, dancing up a storm as Big Red watches on. Later in the night he came up to me and said that he was leaving and that I should stay and party with my friends. I insisted that I want to leave with him and he continued to insist that I should stay. In retrospect, this was probably a subtle way of ditching the odd hanger-on-er.

In fine diva fag form, I announced to Big Red that I would be leaving regardless, I threw my shirt on and strutted my toosh out the club and across the street. As I took my phone out of my pocket and was just about to sit down on the window ledge of a shop to send a ‘last chance txt’ to Big Red, I looked up, and right there on the pavement was Big Red, standing there, looking at me. We both went back to my place and have amazing hot sex in the shower and the bed.

day two – part one – mothers day lunch

Sunday arrives, and with it one of the main reasons Big Red was visiting Perth. He invited me along to Mothers Day breakfast to meet his family. How could I have said no to an offer like that? So we headed off, hungover, red faced and tired from the night before. We arrived a little late and were greeted by a full table. Both parents, their neighbours, one sister, a nephew, the sisters neighbours. I was introduced to everyone as Big Red’s ‘Friday night shag’ and was greeted with open arms and a kiss on the cheek from his parents. I was seated next to Big Red Snr, which really is another way of saying I was seated next to a wine dispenser – all in all the perfect spot for me to be seated!

The food was mediocre, the wine flowed freely and the company was just so relaxed, comfortable and so very funny. A side effect of the previous two nights drinking for both myself and Big Red was a scratchy throat – the two of us often had to clear out throats and this was met with a subtle comment from around the table… ‘Pubic hair???’

Who asked this question and repeated it many times? Both the parents and even the neighbours got in on the joke. Gold! What an in your face funny crowd.

After lunch we all went back to the parents place to continue the drinks and sex jokes. It was such a relaxed, welcoming and fantastically fun afternoon.

day two – part two – something very new for Peter

Next stop was a visit to Big Red’s nephew’s new place, to visit the family and see the new house. Having already met some of the family, why stop at that?! We arrived to a party in full swing. Introductions are made, Big Red’s Friday night shag was again greeted with open arms, a kiss on the cheek and the offer of a drink. whenever my drink was getting low a new one was on it’s way and ready by the time the last sip was taken. I immediately hit it off with the lady of the house, her best friend and her mum too. The alcohol flowed free and fast, well before too long we were downing shots at the bar and sampling right from the bottle to decide which one to have shooters of next. Big Red sat outside shooting the breeze and watching me have a blast.

Once the music got going, there was no stopping party boy Peter from getting his shirt off and busting a move or two… or ten. I was joined by both the lady of the house and her mother with whom I apparently for all the way down to just my tight little undies and dirty danced with her. Outside, her husband slept in a chair and Big Red watched – surely thinking that this Friday night shag was totally crazy and out of control.

The night continued on and this is where the story really gets interesting. While drinking and chatting away with the crew, I found myself standing in the garage. ‘Hmmm, when did we all walk there??’ Of course there is surely only one thing that happens in a dark outside room at a drinking party? They were having pot. Back and forth some of them were going, sometimes I would join them not wanting to stop the conversation. At one point it was me and the lady of the house, standing and talking about That Which Gave Birth To Me’, the weekend so far and the items at hand. To cut a long story short, I had my first try of smoking pot – to my loyal internet readers, this may not be such a big shock. To those that know me in real life, this event was massive.

The rest of the night was spent drinking and dancing, ducking in and out of the garage for another puff and at one point getting all hot and heavy with Big Red on the floor of the garage. We eventually passed out in a very uncomfortable spare bad (is there any other kind?) – not before I had the obligatory case of the munchies!

day three and four – where Peter misses two very important days at work

We both woke up early with very sore throats from the night before. Three nights of heavy drinking coupled with a night of heavy smoking does wonders for making you sound husky. On the way back to my place while passing the local shops we spot a friend in a car waving back at us. We pull over for a quick catch up on how the weekend was. I reassure this friend that I am still very ill from the weekend, and would be unable to make it into to work, just in case she happens to bump into anyone I know in our building.

Back at my place, the plan was to shower and try to sleep. Instead there was hot raunchy sex in the shower, passionate ad tender sex in the bed. After that we talked. About what had happened the last few nights and how we were beginning to feel about each other. Turns out we both felt the same way and both agreed that the best thing was to just go with it and see where this amazing chance meeting might take us.

We relaxed like that for a while before heading off for lunch with the parents. Big Red’s parents delighted us with a story of a friend who had gone on a recent date from hell. Not content with hearing the story this way, Big Red invited her round for a catch up planning to bait her and get the juicy gossip first hand. I was so pleasantly surprised by our new guest, she took the bait hook line and sinker and laughed away as she described her date who fell asleep on the couch and culminated in her telling him where to go and sending him home without so much as a chance to cop a feel. She surprised me more with her tech savvy nature, her up front and in your face approach to everything was such a delight. This is a woman who knows who she is, what she wants and there aint no point messing about. The best part, she is 77!

That night was dinner with friends. Great company, great food and of course more wine. While Big Red is outside taking a phone call asks me if my feet were on the floor. I was confused and replied that they were, taking a moment to realise what she meant and then I had to admit that a little bit, they weren’t.

We closed the night with drinking red wine and chatting about finger toes of all things.

Big Red and I spend an amazing night in bed. Having had nights of hot hungry sex, this night was quite the opposite. Tender and caring, we spent the night talking, kissing and holding each other – eventually falling asleep in each others arms.

The next day was something else very new for me. We went down to Hyde park, grabbed a pie and sat on the lawn in the sun. Nothing exciting there, except we sat in the sun wrapped up in each other, kissing and talking more than eating. Never before had I been with a guy so comfortable with who he was and what we were that he could show affection like that towards me in a public place. My head was spinning with this new feeling of acceptance.

We walk around the park, sipping coffee and holding hands, we sit on a park bench and kiss. We really start to talk about how much we have and were falling for each other. How much of a change it was for both of us. Two people so intent on staying away from a relationship. Spending our nights partying and hooking up with randoms for a night of sex and then moving on. What were the chances of two people like us, bumping in to each other and then what are the chances that both of us would fall for each other? Neither of us wanted this to be a holiday romance to be moved on and forgotten about. We made plans to see each other again.

Our time was short that day, Big Red had already changed his flight to spend an extra day with us. he would soon be leaving. We headed back to his friends place so he could back and we would say our farewells. The tension and emotion in the room was almost palpable, while kissing, he grabbed my arms to hold me at arms length to look at me. As he pulled me in to hug me I felt his arm tremble and I was completely lost in that moment, the memory of which still holds strong.

closing

So this part of the story has now come to and end. I spent an amazing four days with a man who so unexpectedly changed me. Who I met on a chance encounter on a night I had planned to crash on my couch in my pyjamas. Turns out life can sometimes throw you a curve-ball, but if you just run with it, well you just never know where it might take you.