I went to Comptons to watch the England match and was disappointed at the result, though it was a good contest. England lost 16-20! There seemed to be more Ireland supporters in the bar than England supporters which wasn't good either!
I did see the straight rugby fan that I had talked to last year, but he didn't seem to recognise me so I never got to talk to him at all.
After the match I went on to Rupert Street where there were a few good looking guys, though none were interested in me (or if they were they were hedging their bets with other possibilities).
I was just considering leaving when a handsome South African lad named Jacques started talking to me. It soon became apparent that we were both attracted to each other and we chatted for a while before eventually having a little kiss. That little kiss turned into a big snog later and several big snogs followed.
Because I had been drinking since 16:00 I felt inebriated and didn't want our first proper "encounter" to be a drunken one, so I took his number and made my way home. I was tempted to go on to Chariots, as I was then feeling so horny, but I was far too drunk and came straight home.
Off to bed now, but have arranged to meet Jacques on Wednesday. By the way he is 10 years younger than me. Should I be concerned? Is Tim going to be offended that I have managed to "pull" someone 10 years younger without lying about my age? Tee Hee!
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