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I’d been on a great first date with a guy I met on clicktonight.com and I was eagerly awaiting a call from him to arrange round two. My mobile started ringing as I arrived home at 1am after a Saturday night out...
Surprisingly, due to the lateness of the call, it was The Boy, asking if he could come round. A request that scored highly on the cheekiness scale, but I quite fancied some company (and a few more drinks) so I agreed. Before hanging up, he warned me that he was dressed as Batman.
On opening the door, I saw that he wasn’t fibbing. The ensemble included the mask, boots, cape and rippling six-pack - he was just missing Robin. The randomness of the whole situation had me crying with laughter on sight. After an excessive amount of Bat juice, he ended up crashing at mine.
I was looking after my young nieces and nephews the next day, so knew I had to kick Batman out before 10am. Not true to form at all, my sisters arrived ridiculously early with four kids between three and seven at their heels, and settled down in my living room for a cuppa and a chat. There are not words to describe the glee that spread across their faces when I mouthed that “I had a visitor upstairs” - the joy they found in embarrassing me, their littlest sister, had not faded at all with age.
Back upstairs, Batman and I discussed the two exit options - the first, being boxer shorts, and the second, full Batman attire. We decided the latter option was preferable, and that he should also adopt the persona of Batman for the sake of my reputation with the kiddies.
And that is how a boy I’d met only twice found himself pretending to fly down my stairs and around my living room, much to the amazement and delight of my nieces and nephews. My sisters’ jaws almost hit the floor simultaneous and they were for once, lost for words. Batman competently fielded a number of questions from the boys using a very apt deep, Batman-like voice. He then flew out of the front door and into the Bat Mobile (i.e. my Ford Fiesta) so I could deliver him home.
Not quite the booty call I think he was expecting, and not quite what I had in mind for our second encounter, but when the Bat Signal goes off, one never knows what will come.
- Clicked Up
On opening the door, I saw that he wasn’t fibbing. The ensemble included the mask, boots, cape and rippling six-pack - he was just missing Robin. The randomness of the whole situation had me crying with laughter on sight. After an excessive amount of Bat juice, he ended up crashing at mine.
I was looking after my young nieces and nephews the next day, so knew I had to kick Batman out before 10am. Not true to form at all, my sisters arrived ridiculously early with four kids between three and seven at their heels, and settled down in my living room for a cuppa and a chat. There are not words to describe the glee that spread across their faces when I mouthed that “I had a visitor upstairs” - the joy they found in embarrassing me, their littlest sister, had not faded at all with age.
Back upstairs, Batman and I discussed the two exit options - the first, being boxer shorts, and the second, full Batman attire. We decided the latter option was preferable, and that he should also adopt the persona of Batman for the sake of my reputation with the kiddies.
And that is how a boy I’d met only twice found himself pretending to fly down my stairs and around my living room, much to the amazement and delight of my nieces and nephews. My sisters’ jaws almost hit the floor simultaneous and they were for once, lost for words. Batman competently fielded a number of questions from the boys using a very apt deep, Batman-like voice. He then flew out of the front door and into the Bat Mobile (i.e. my Ford Fiesta) so I could deliver him home.
Not quite the booty call I think he was expecting, and not quite what I had in mind for our second encounter, but when the Bat Signal goes off, one never knows what will come.
- Clicked Up
