*fake crowd cheering!
But what a lovely weekend I had!
Friday night was the leaving party of CK – London Cousins' au pair, who quite frankly is also a member of our family. We will miss her!
Then Saturday, I drove up to The Wild West Erm... Country for Jenny M's birthday party. As with all my friends, she's perpetually 21.
That night, we went to another birthday party where danced the night away, and on a rare breather moment when I was sat down, a guy approached me.
He said something – I didn't hear him. He said something again and slowly, I realised he was chatting me up!
As those words were: 'Would you like to dance?'
He was already visibly shaken by my lack of comprehension surrounding the situation, so I said yes, but knew that Jenny M and co would also be there, too. So off we went.
And so we danced, and he talked in my ear, and I smiled politely, and we danced some more. And then, when he had obviously had enough of this non-responsive girl, he started bust some moves. And oh boy, what moves they were.
One of them, I swear, involved grabbing his ankle and kind of hopping around the dance floor – it was the most bizarre thing I have EVER seen in my life.
I had to leave the dance floor for fear of being hopped on, or dying laughing.
But what was wonderful was that I felt absolutely no reason to tell him about my deafness. I just wasn't that worried about whether he knew or not. And this is a fantastic gauge as to whether I like someone.
If I do like someone, they'll know about my hearing loss as soon as possible, to ensure that it doesn't stuff anything up. Of course that doesn't stop other things, such as alcoholic amnesia, shyness, and the ability to say all the wrong sentences – usually consecutively, for maximum effect – jeopardising the situation, but at least I know I can't blame my ears!
My deafness is like a first interview for both parties, and if we both get past that stage unscathed, well a second date may be just the thing!