I went to a party on Saturday night. It was the housewarming for JV and B's new home. After the week I had I was looking forward to it. I needed to blow off some steam and a few drinks, some choice flirtation and the company of friends seemed the ideal way to do it.
It was wet Saturday night, just as it was through the day and in the week before. Not ideal for a party centred around a barbecue, but not as bad as you might think. I drove there with Donna in the passenger seat, already clued up to drive me home after. By the time we got there the party was in full swing.
I had a great night. I'm fond of the two of them, and good to see them happy. JV's folks were there too, which was nice. They hosted us in Tavira when we travelled to Europe in 2004. There were a lot of young, blonde, attractive women there who were generally B's friends from school, and some interesting characters otherwise. The food was excellent, the booze plentiful and, well, that was pretty well enough.
I spent much of the night prowling. I've figured once and for all I'm a ladies man. I like the company of women and like to seek it out. Often I find myself fascinated by the different ways they think and express themselves from us blokes. I like to flirt too, and so I would wander through the crowd stopping to speak to someone interesting, and away we'd go.
A couple of interesting things happened through the night.
The week before I'd met B's aunt very briefly. She's a woman of about 50, the sporty, fit type with a good tan. I don't know if we exchanged a word on Saturday night, but the first time we crossed paths she caressed my bum. Mmm, I thought, maybe she's just saying hello? But then passing by her later she did it again. Okay I thought, maybe I'll steer clear. And I did.
Another time I was introduced to a couple. I chatted away as I do, engaged but not fascinated. They were young parents and I don't really have a lot in common with them.
The husband was a Kiwi with a dodgy moustache (everyone has a dodgy mo these days). He seemed to take to me, but no big deal. At a party I'm groovy and free-form, and with my own mo I looked some rugged X gen channelling Dennis Lillee. Anyway about an hour later I'm chatting to some girl just outside the back door when this guy pokes his head out and very obviously searches for someone. "You looking for someone" I ask him, perhaps redundantly. His eyes focus on me and he grins, "looking for you baby" he replies.
As you might anticipate I don't quite know how to respond to that. Um I think as the the eyes of the girl opposite me widen and roll with amused surprise. Ok then.
Later when he's leaving I go to shake hands with him. To my surprise he greeted me with the extravagant and convoluted handshake as if we were brothers from the good. Ok then. He's beaming, but I'm figuring as I look at his delighted face that I was the subject of a man-crush. Fair enough I think, I'm pretty cool after all and it's not the first time.
Wistfully though I wish it was a cute brunette I inspired this in, and not a Kiwi bloke with a dodgy mo.