Hi, my name is Sophie and I'm in my late 20's. I own a small detached house which i am lucky enough not to have a mortgage for, my car (Audi A7) is also bought outright. All this I owe to an inheritance from my grandparents. However to make ends meet i have a few part time jobs, but confess i don't have the same worries as some of my friends.
I am naturally slim, my hair is mousey blonde and to my shoulders and I'm 5'6" in height. I have been told I'm attractive and have a 'classy' look to me, though quite never sure what that means but i assume it complementary. I am not a shy person and I'm happy when in company and able to hold conversation in any situation.
I thought I would share with you some of the aspects of my life so I have started a series of chronicles for you all.
Sophie.
(P.S. I'm not the best at writing so please bear with the grammar and bad spelling).
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4. Night Clubbing.
It's not often I go clubbing these days, all seems a bit strained for me, however I was talked into going with my friend and so I found myself in a more 'grown up' club in town. I had chosen a black vest top and a PVC skirt with boots.
Sara arrived looking gorgeous as ever and we had our little customary catch up chat. I feel I ought to tell you a little something about Sara, she has been my friend for about 8 years and is 35 years old but doesn't look it. She is married and was when I first met her, overall she is happy with her lot but often I sense that something is missing, perhaps married to soon? Either way we get in very well and. It's always good to spend time with her.
James her hubby is a nice guy and is a bit of a petrol head and has a Porsche Cayenne in the garage along with a Lamborghini, personally I can't stand the 'Lambo' but Sara seems to think it's cool and often drives it. When she drives it to meet me I often giggle as clearly she or I haven't got the knack for getting in or out, though getting in is simpler! Mind you when we pull up at a bar or similar, all the girls take interest then look bemused as two women get out. Are we really that obvious to the lure of apparent money?
She was staying with me tonight so a taxi was booked and 60 minutes later we were in the night club! I was enjoying myself and danced for about 90 minutes non stop, in most cases outlasting any would be suitors, on returning to our table I found many drinks purchased for us and Sara in deep conversation with a few guys. I smiled and tried to take a tiny sip out of each glass of drink that I thought was for me, I didn't want to seem ungrateful or favour one guy by only drinking his purchase. I'm not a drinker either, so two full glasses of anything would have rendered me knelt over a toilet lol.
Much conversation was had, everyone laughing and joking, cheesy chat up lines flowed but alas lost on Sara and myself. Though there was one guy she seemed very excited to talk with and she was almost hanging on every word, hmm she likes this one I thought. Sara whispered to me "we have been invited to a little drink at someone's house shall we go?" She pointed out the 'host' and no surprise it was him; I could see she was keen I said yes.
So about an hour later we found ourselves sat in a modest house with one other lady and 2 guys of which I didn't know any of them. Sara said she work with one Andy who's house we were in; all would be fine.
It was now so obvious to me of Sara's fondness towards Andy, she made it her job to be as near to him as she could, he was quite dishy actually. I found myself talking to the others, TV was on in the background and everyone seated mostly on the carpet as Sara had sat on the sofa next to Andy. This was nice to see; it was evident that it would progress further.