Three of my friends here in the office went out last Thursday night to a couple of bars in the city (for those who know Sydney: The Establishment and The Ivy). They met some guys. Nice guys. How, I don’t know – those bars are loud and crowded with suity materialists and fake-tanned Cosmo-readers – and exchanged numbers.
After a week of texting, they all went out again last night and met up with the nice guys. And one of the three girls snogged (oh, how I loathe that word) her nice guy in the bar. And brought him home. And came in to work this morning feeling rather tired, after only a couple of hours sleep. But with a HUGE smile on her face.
And she isn’t even the Swedish one. 🙂
Now, of course, they are again trying to persuade me to come along with them next time…