It's Saturday night, the night for romance. The scene is set by An Elegant Affair playlist on Spotify amplifying sounds of sweet nothings, a bottle of the finest $8.99 Italian Merlot has been opened and the perfume of dinner cooking in the oven fills my apartment. The silhouette of something tall, dark and handsome appears in the mirror. I'm wearing black lace, dressed up for a change. It's Saturday night, the night for romance....
Ok, I have a confession. The tall, dark and handsome silhouette is the bottle of wine. I call it Lover, same same, right? And the black lace is my nightie but the lace now has large holes in because I've worn it to death plus I've blow dried my hair, that's dressed up compared to usual. To all you lovebirds, old and new, this is the reality of yet another Saturday night with yours truly!
However, all jokes aside for the first time in a really long time I'm ok with it. I am not ashamed to admit that I have spent many a Saturday night feeling sorry for myself for not letting loose on the town, after all every coupled up person you run into when single tells you 'you have to put yourself out there, you're not going to meet anyone whilst sitting on your couch'. Well I beg to differ, I meet plenty of Dominos and UberEATS drivers and they seem lovely. Besides, how loose can you really get though when you have a 10pm work curfew? If Cinderella is G rated then I'm A rated, at least she had until midnight to get her freak on!
Instead of hitting the town I've had a bloody ripper of a night in. I cooked a banger of a dinner (when the other half eventually makes an appearance he'll be well fed that's for sure), I've enjoyed a cheeky beverage (had to stop at one because it gave me a headache, these are the facts of life after 30, one can't indulge too much due to adverse affects on ones body) and I've been surfing the net for travel inspo for me and my besties BIG WOG ADVENTURE in 2.5 months and for other travel related options next year.
I have done all my washing, made banana bread, shaved my legs (ooo la la, I'm going to enjoy sleeping with myself tonight!) and tidied my apartment. Ladies and gentlemen, this is what turns me on at 35, no wonder the men are lining up outside my door hey!
What's next? I hear you ask fervently. Thank you for asking, I appreciate your interest. Well I've exhausted all social media scanning for one night so no point wearing out the right thumb further, I may take in a movie from the comfort of my two seater couch. There's room for one more, but alas Sam Mac is busy preparing his speech for his Gold Logie win tomorrow night so I guess I'll be going it alone. I'd even let him pick the movie because I'm nice like that.
So kids, enjoy your Saturday night what ever you may be up to and don't feel sorry for me, I'm completely happy with my own company I'm a hoot to be around, didn't you know?
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