The most fun a girl can have...

Its not lying, despite the great entertainment that may provide. Its new lingerie, and the potential opportunity to take it for a spin. I am of course, talking about my new lingerie and the potential 'd'ing opportunity with Roomie that I cannot wait for. I have been having flashbacks all day. But I digress. Sexy new underwear is fantastic. You can wear it, hidden away underneath your clothes, and even when nobody but you knows it is there, you exude this great 'I-am-wearing-something-sexy' vibe. Its hot.

Speaking of hot, I was apparently somewhere near hot last night. For some reason, even after putting very little effort into my appearance, I was getting stares left, right and dead centre. Perhaps it was the fact that I was out alone with a boy who was not my boyfriend (prompting stares to be directed at us in an attempt to determine if I was taken) but whatever the cause, it was pretty ridiculous. I am not used to it. As we were leaving I asked the most blatant culprit for a smoke, which he willingly gave to me and inquired if I was with my boyfriend. No, I said, he is not my boyfriend. Oh, well then, maybe I would have come over to say hello, he replied. So odd.

I can only conclude that its my twenties that have wrought this change. Apparently one's twenties are hotter than one's teens. Fabulous. Clearly Roomie feels this, and now that I have hot new underwear, I just have to wait for an opportune evening to come around. Hopefully my psychic friend will be right, and there will be d'ing a'plenty.