Kitten Heels

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

I haven’t been sleeping well the past couple of nights.

No - you dirty minded people - it isn’t because I’ve been busy having rampant sex. Neither is it that I’ve been having lots of ‘me’ time.

I have a problem.

I have a crush.

I’m not supposed to have crushes! I’m with The Bloke Indoors and he’s brilliant. We're brilliant. Nothing has changed between us, I still love him to bits and I still want to tear his clothes off the moment we’re alone (OK so that isn’t limited to being on our own), I’m still giddy and grinning whenever we speak.

But I still have this crush. He is called David and he moved to my class a couple of months ago after clashes between his class and his training sessions (the boy is an athlete!). We became close pretty much straight away; laughing, joking and generally taking the piss while learning a lot about each other and doing that ‘it’s fun to flirt when there is no real reason to’ flirting.

Side note: I’ve been told that we’re both natural flirts and that we seem to flirt extra with one another. I've not noticed....

The past couple of weeks I’ve started to notice small things about him: The way he lets me go through doors first. The way we both help each other out with work without even considering going to someone else. The way he picks up anything I drop. The way he smiles as soon as he sees me (the way I smile as soon as I see him). His strong arms. His brilliant eyes. His height (It’s all about height for me). The way he was genuinely concerned when I was a little moody the other day. The jokes that pass between us that are never shared with anyone else.

The list could go on forever.

I think I found him attractive from the moment I set eyes on him. I’ve just realised I fancy him.

I’m not sure if I’m allowed to have a crush (I’ve never had a crush while in a relationship before but that’s partly due to the fact that this is my first real long term and serious relationship).

I’m not sure I want a crush.

I don’t know what to do.
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Music in my ears 

There is something about Amy Winehouse's voice that just makes me want to dance!

Take today. Almost empty train and I'm standing by the central pole in front of the door when she pops up on my iPod, I couldn't stop myself swinging my hips to the music as I held onto the pole to ride out the bumps. About halfway through I realise what I'm doing and promptly stop (I can't be dancing like that in public before the sun goes down! There is probably a decency law against it!). Thank God that there was only one other person on the carraige! Though he was giving me a slightly strange look as I stepped off!


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Saturday, March 10, 2007

Good morning *yawn* 

Such a tired Kit I am today.

Last night was spent drinking after receiving the January exam results...We all did well!! (feel free to congratulate won't you?)

I did get drunk - stuff not drinking with results like that! It was time to party!

We rounded off the night in my favourite place, my favourite place out with other people I mean. It is dark, it has lots of good music, it's in a very fashionable place if you're my age and it has the best, and I mean the best comfy seating I have ever experienced in a public place.

I think I drank too many purple aftershocks (mix blue and red = divine)

I don't really remember leaving that place. I should remember. It has a large staircase on the way out and I was wearing reasonably high heels. I should remember because I would have expected to fall flat on my face if I even attempted them.

I do remember groping my friend (unitentionally) in the taxi as I attempted to get in. I also remember groping The Bloke Indoors (quite intentionally) as soon as said friend was dropped off outside her home. I also remember that he didn't try stop me in the slightest and that when I looked in the bathroom mirror later I had extremely smudged lipstick (Like I said celebrating...means drinking when I don't and wearing makeup that doesn't even belong to me).

I woke up this morning uncomfortable, sore and achy.

I woke up this morning still wearing my shoes, lying with my head hanging over the end of the bed.

I keep saying this morning. It was 2pm.

The Bloke Indoors had been out for a run, prepared food and was writing a letter to his bank about something.

I felt fucked. Completely 'I'm not moving for a month' fucked.

But I did move. Now I'm attempting to write this, but I don't think I'm really saying much.

I'm tired.

My feet and ankles hurt.

I'm also horny as hell.

I think I'm going to bed soon.

Posted by Kitten Heels @ 10:20 pm | Link

Tuesday, March 06, 2007


Today I discovered the newest ‘rude thing to do on the tube (that doesn’t involve nakedness)’. But this one I actually agree with.

There was a woman painting her nails opposite me. That stinking nail polish on a tube, with heating on and all the ventilation thingies closed – cue migraine for me and the mother of all dirtiest looks for her.

I hope it all chips off as soon as she runs out of her favourite colour.
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