England sucks the big one.

Ok, ok maybe it isn’t quite that bad, but after a week of sunning myself on the beautiful beaches of Greece, the dismal weather that welcomed me on my return has done nowt to allay my post-holiday blues!

But never mind that. Let me tell you about Greece!

I’ll start with story one and tell you the rest over the next few weeks, because blimey are there some stories! Wowzers, I think even I underestimated the potential for fun and flirting in this holiday and wedding double!

Situation 1. Our first big night out. I find myself being twirled around the dance-floor by ‘James’. This ‘James’ is a professional dancer no less, so being a fan of hip-swivelling myself and fuelled by too much Ouzo, I entered into our routines with almighty enthusiasm.

“What’s wrong with that” I hear you say. Well, exactly, nothing…. or so I thought.

Now I don’t wish to be all ‘hi look at me, ain’t I great’ but it seems that James had taken a little shine to me. Again, in itself, not a problem. I wasn’t really interested in him like that – I had merely been enjoying his silky smooth dance floor skills – but I was sure I hadn’t given him any ‘signals’; after all, we’d both been dancing with plenty of people throughout the night.

So I didn’t really think too much of it until the night of the wedding and one of the other ushers, Tom, sat down next to me with a bottle of wine.

“Fancy a drink?’ he said.

“Fancy a drink! FANCY THE BLOODY PANTS OFF YOU! ” …

…is what I wanted to reply.

Of course, I bit my tongue. But before long it was less ‘tongue biting’ and more ‘tongue wrestling’! As predicted, the romantic atmosphere had fuelled the fires of passion.

Once again, this is all good. Right?

Well no. It seems that James saw us ‘canodolling’ (as my Gran might say) and took offence, He actually came over and proclaimed his distress at seeing me ‘kiss another man’!

I’m sorry. I don’t remember marrying you. In fact, I don’t even remember having a conversation with you. All I remember is a few dances a couple of nights previous.

I’d actually been super careful about not giving off the wrong signals once I realised he was interested, so this seemed completely out of order. Hmmph.

Boys eh. When they decide they like you it’s as if you already belong to them, so if you bruise their ego, particularly when alcohol is involved, it can open up a whole world of drama.

He got over it of course and apologised the next day when he’d thought about what a dick he’d been, but it just served to remind me that sometimes it doesn’t matter how careful you are about ‘just being friendly’ certain people will always assume it’s something more.

Oh and in case you’re wondering…. Tom and I are going out next week, so even though I wasn’t fortunate enough to catch the bouquet, it looks like I’m in luck anyway. Woo hoo!

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