To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the year.
It wasn't that I thought it wasn't going to be fun, I knew it was. We didn't get together in my workplace without a sense of something different happening, but tonight I wasn't it the mood.
The theme for tonight was pirates, and whilst the outfit I had ordered from ebay had arrived it just didn't look like it did in the pictures. The trousers were far too long and the eye patch was sparkly. What type of pirate did they think I was?
My parrot refused to sit on my shoulder too.
And when it did! Well the extra embellishment down the back of my top was not in the least attractive.
And I think that was wear the problem lay.
The guy I thought was hot was going to be there tonight, and I hadn't known.
All the other girls were wearing female pirate costumes, but I had to go for a male costume. Sexy pirate wench vrs old man of the sea! Well my amazing personality would have to take charge tonight.
The room we had booked was decorated amazingly, there were seaweed streamers hanging from the ceiling and there was a smell of the sea in the air. the music was barely audible as we walked in, with a distinct lilt of waves crashing in the distance.
It doesn't really matter if you are 15 or 50, at parties people tend to hang out with those they already know. So the clique were already at the bar, short skirts and busty tops, hair hanging right down their backs, and giggling like school girls.
I ignored them as usual and walked to the other side of the room, looking for someone I knew.
The peg leg was uncormfortable, but the outfit must have looked good rather than ridiculous, as many people came up to me to check who I was, and then to tell me how good I looked.
And then he walked in.