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A Smile


So to end another weekend of  bright sunshine, joyous, coffee, cigarettes, drinking, brilliance and work i had a highlight, it was on the Sunday night, I had a date with a beautiful blonde (lets call her Missy). At a nice restaurant called “Silt” accompanied with a bottle of champagne, our conversations were  never ending! Working its way into our precious history as children, adolescents, and adults as well our families past and how we came to be comparing each others colourful lives with interest and admiration, so practically I came to find and cement my thoughts of the things that makes this particular “Missy” special. What many find an average dinner date of entree’s, a main course and a dessert, this was far beyond my expectations, so much better in fact, to have a date go so nice and smoothly, even if we were partially inebriated following a distinct straight mix of port, limes, Cointreau and liqueur. I was supremely happy and for once i felt obligated AND willing to pay the bill, which was Pittance for such a splendorous, joyful night, I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a connection on a first date, not one just of lust but when you see that one sparkle that shows its potential for something that can be the star burning bright, along with your excited caffeinated butterflies in your stomach, it does bring a smile to your face.

Our night didn’t end there, home I didn’t go until the morning’s light and let’s just say we “rocked the casbah”. I took comfort in her company and her ridiculously comfortable bed, waking up to her aqua blue eyes and the highlight for my weekend a smile.

Yours the all round happy

Alexander Vince

 

P.s Me before my date: A haircut and HOORAY a weight off my head!

Picture of me before my date

THE SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM!


Yes I am still happily content! SURPRISED? HAHA!?!?!

Okay maybe its not surprising, because for those who know me, personally and in person; know I’m a pretty happy guy, but this is beyond happiness, I’ve got a dinner date; okay don’t start thinking that I’m moving at a million miles an hour, because I’m allowed to get to know someone aren’t I? I have to admit I’m nervous, but I’ve got happy, hyper BUTTERFLIES! Its Halloween in a couple of weeks,Dress up parties here I come! I’ve also got another Bali trip this Christmas/New Years; this time my best mate Adam is coming! Oh yes so much to look forward to!

There’s only one bad thing, all the good times have been fantastic, but they fly past and then suddenly its as if time itself has said “Hey wait a second, that Alex guy is having way too much fun, lets slow down during all the boring bits so he’ll be bored out of his tits.” or perhaps I just need some sleep….

Its like when you were a kid, your day at school is painfully slow, and your anticipating to go and play out on the street with your friends when you get home. But then you’ve got homework, further draining your belittled attention span but feeding your ravenous hunger to go and play. Those three hours of playful afternoons in the sun, are never three hours, well they never seemed to be. It all ended with the sun disappearing behind the horizon, street lights turning on, and one by one all of your friends were called home for dinner, you would play until you begin to feel the cold of darkness coming or you smell your mothers amazing cooking, and off you trot, or running.

Yes I’m comparing my innocent childhood days to anticipation of a dinner date, Halloween dress up parties and my soon to be, once again inebriated Bali experience.

I just feel that somewhere over the last few weeks I’ve regained that feeling, the rush, and the “butterflies” that as a kid, I had every afternoon when the school bell rang. I’m glad Smile

 

Yours the excited and all butterflied up

Alexander Vince

P.S

HOW CUTE IS THIS LITTLE ECHIDNA!

SO FING CUTE

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