I'M LOVING ANGELS INSTEAD

Thursday night at the bar with Madame fabusaurus-rex (actress/diva extraordinaire.) Green point is its usual scruffy self, everyone trying to look as though the least bit of effort has been made. Every boy wears plaid, has a beard/moustache and the greasiest of hair (yum-seriously, that's hot!) and the ladies... God only knows. However, not fabusaurs and I, oh no, not us...we have no shame in looking good, effort has been made, we're going in guns blazing, shaking what are mothers gave us! Total confidence boost!! You'd think Green point had never seen an attractive lady (much less 2).

The bartenders had caught our interest, meaning I thought one was hot and the other thought fabusaurus was hot (much to her dismay!) They kept giving us free drinks and I started to chat with Knoxville, at first he was being a bit cool and stand offish, but after a bit he warms up and we began to flirt. It turns out that he's in a band (of course) and he has played a lot in England, and strangely enough he's played in my home town on various occasions, this reminder of home, makes me even more interested.

I go off to the loo and see I have text from fabu:
Text Message
"He's Married!"

Oh, that's not so fun...When I get back to the bar, I ask him he says he's been married for 2 years but has been with her for 9. (Fab! The gold wedding band, I 'd failed to notice before, now is very noticeable) I kind of back off until we decide to get pics in the photo booth, knox and Fred (the other bartender) come with us. Due to the lack of space, I end up on Knox's knee, his hands are round my waist (they feel great). After this we're straight back into flirting, something is going to happen....

The customer's start to clear out of the bar... Fabusaurus wants to leave, but is staying to support me with the mating ritual. She pulls knox across the bar and says:

"Listen. Will you get this over with? It's late and I'd like to go home. Copy?"
He nods.

Soon it's just the four of us, Knoxville suddenly changes, all reserve has left him, now, he is super-confident, loud, smiling from ear to ear... Yey, he's fun, definitely fancy him. I know the whole wife business is not so good, and I'm really not proud of me trying to pull a married man (It's normally something I'm dead against, but I'm drunk and I suppose I don't really care... sorry, but am just being honest with you guys.) He starts to sing (really sing) I realise that he is singing Robbie Williams... You know, really singing Robbie... There was lots of passion involved, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to watch his fall from grace, especially during the chorus, when all inhibitions fly out the window, and he's belting (howling) out every line, giving Mr Williams a run for his money. As the song draws to an end, I sigh (phew) and feel like it's safe to look back up at him, I think I can get passed this. What?? Another one, straight after, this can't be happening... I see him arch his back, he's getting ready to start, I look at Fabasaurus she nods, we get up, we leave...