He said it wasn't so much what I'd said but how I'd acted, he said I'd been flirtatious...
with those Finnish men (and girls) in the bar, that I'd been frivolous when he'd been trying to discuss business and that I'd distracted him and that Stefan had been embarrassed by my behaviour and he went to the bar regularly, or used to so he spanked me.
I quite liked being called flirtatious even though I didn't think it was true, I told him I couldn't help it, all those nice fair haired men and their catwalk fit girlfriends.
"You don't mind me flirting a teeny bit do you?" I rubbed myself against him, "I mean, am I going to get a sore bottom every time I do it?"
"There better not be an every time," he said but I think he knew I was joking.
As for Stefan, I got an email from him a few days later saying he'd enjoyed meeting up again and Mollys had been a good night, he'd had a few beers over his usual and let his hair down a bit, good fun, he wished we could meet in Dublin some time (he used to work there years ago)
So I wasn't an embarrassment at all!
Never mind, I'm not making an issue of it, and the underlying threat of a sore bottom in the future for flirting appeals to me, even if my actions are misconstrued.
Don't forget tomorrow is - The Great Online Cookie Exchange. Read about it here.
Ronnie
xx
I'm going to be a little tied up for the next couple of weeks with family things so forgive me if I don't visit often.
