Sexcapades (she wishes)

OK OK enough with the pressure people (can't believe you're insane enough to care about our bs, lol).

If you're not up to speed scrol l down to the next post, I can't be assed reitterating stuff, it's my Sunday afternoon.

Sexbomb did confess her affections for Travoltage. In the pure chicken manner (online that is, and no that's not a criticism, I think it's a bloody good idea for us cluckers).

They started confessing via ringaroot.com (or whatever the dating site is called) and crunch time arrived when he asked if he could see the picture she'd cunningly hidden. She hesitated (obviously) and did admit that they knew each other in that reality place hence the hesitation.

Some 24 hours and a dancing lesson later she managed to throw him the password and all was revealed (brave girl, more power to ya). He claimed he had a feeling it was her (yeah like guys get vibes about things like this... then again he is a dance teacher... could be in touch with his feminine side).

Unfortunately he also said that studio rules are no fraternising with students, blah blah blah blah.

Things are ok between them now, but having stated the previous rule, Shazza,
SexBomb, Travoltage and the other random dance teacher who can now be called ummmm Astaire (tummy's too hungry to think up anything better) were all found at a Melbourne bar after class last night, until some ungodly hour just drinking, dancing and having a giggle.... so bugger me there will be further posts!!!

On other notes

1. I survived to results day for my buffenating... 4km and 10cm of my body bits and pieces have been worked off. Woohoo, I went the right way!
2. Work is STILL full of Spaniards and some of them are heading for the dead set sleeeeeeeeazy category having hit on 4-5 female staff members in a night.
3. Sleazoidism has spread from these guys to
1. The guys that were on a variety bash car rally type thing who asked for just "2 minutes" of my time (apparently that's all they need)
2. Other Spaniards
3. and other random guests who range from asking to escort female staff to nightclubs, join them for dinner and my pearler 'do you give massages?'. Yeah I love to give random massages to twunts (I'm borrowing that word, HMHB) who are on holidays with their mother while hitting on other staff, myself included. (NB My theory is he's gay but not out of the closet yet so sleazing to put mummy off the scent.
4. Sexbomb is coming to visit me in October. Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, but dear god, the bitch wants me to go to the Cadbury Factory (guess who's going to go with just enough money for the tour and not a cent more!)
5. Smiley is also coming to visit me in 3 weeks... hot damn I almost have a social life!
6. Richard Marx was fab, still got a great voice and hey, I'm a dag, bring back the 80's! (Dinner and running into a mate from 8 years ago was also great)
7. I'm addicted to hommus... in a big way! Speaking of which, must go shmear some around so I can eat before my stomach turns cannibal and eats itself