Cambridge Calling

Well, another Tuesday, another calling. Muchos dancing, and an outfit that I felt completely deserved the six hours I took getting ready with. Yes, Six Hours. It's been a while since I've really felt like properly tarting up for a Calling, friends will notice how more often recently I am to be found just whacking on a black suit of some description. This will not end, I'm an awfully big fan of suits, but it was nice to dress up a little.
Strange happenings. I think, as poetman put it so well, I had my Mojo working this evening. I must admit it was nice to feel pretty, and got some interest because of it. Not the interest I was really hoping for, but one cannot look a gift horse in the mouth, to use a less than complimentary metaphor. I'm definitely following up on one young lady, we're going to see each other again soon, so who knows?
Very tired, very achy, wish I had someone to cuddle up with - never seems to happen anymore, but essentially very happy.