Rule number four, CockPorn

See Dom i told you.

Dom and i went to the cinema last night and it turns out an email was set around my friends to demand that their "Charlie cat was looked after and bought every large thing she wants" or words to that effect. I am not sure whether to be flattered or to start stocking up on horses heads to start putting in peoples beds "as a warning to the others" Anyway i thought i would act as a practise date for when Dom finally found the geek lady of his dreams. He failed on a few aspects.
Rule one. Don't eat popcorn off your dates boob if she drops it and then go Yummmmm.
Rule Two. Don't sneak up on her when you leave the toilet whilst she is staring at a tv screen and sorting out her knickers (due to my lazy attitude to clothes washing i was wearing the sort of knickers you would wear in a situation where they would be coming off again quite quickly...)
Rule three. Don't rub her thigh in the car on the way home and grunt.
Rule four. Don't refer to Popcorn as CockPorn.
Rule five. Hold the door open for your date, don't slam it in her face...twice.
Otherwise i had a lovely time and i got a large popcorn...thanks Dom

In other news i have secured the flat for Ben and i am very very excited. I will finally be out of this hell hole (and i can at least use that phrase and not be lying about it to score points) Mother and Father will be up for lunch in the near future and i am starting to think about my mystery meat and cocktail welcoming party preparations! Dom won't be there so it means i won't obliged to have pork (look Dom 3 mentions in two blog in one week, you're a celeb!)but may have wild boar instead. Om nom nom nom nom.

:D yey