Granny Gretta.

Jerk Boy and I made up tonight. We had it out and although he was still mainly blaming someone else as the cause of our argument I think he saw it from my point of view.

In the end we ended up going into town clubbing. It was one of his old uni mates birthday and he somehow dragged me along.

Now, the older I'm getting the more I dislike clubbing. We didn't get into town until gone 10pm after talking out our row. Already the places were full of drunk leaches. I've decided that picking a guy up in a club isn't for me anymore, there was a time when I would have been flattered being hit on in a club but not now.

You see tonight, while the dance floor was extremely full, extremely hot and extremely sweaty! I took a seat and observed people for a while and while observing I realised how drunk everyone was, everyone was so drunk that they wobbled when walking to the bar, that they swayed while dancing and bashed into others around them, causing silly arguments (I was sober by the way because I've had a funny stomach ache all day think I must have eaten something odd I didn't want to drink). Then just to completely confirm all these things that weren't resting comfortable with me a guy came and sat by me, he was a fairly good looking guy, and in the past I would have happily chatted away to him, but he was so drunk, he just started feeling my leg, I picked up his hand and pushed it off me. He didn't even say hello to me or anything he just started feeling my leg! Like at least introduce yourself before you start your feeling session.

I can't be doing it anymore, I'm getting old, Jerk Boy was laughing at me on the way home saying I was Grandma but it's true, I just think that the older I become the less appealing that type of environment is.