Boner needs a date

This was the title of the e-mail I received last Thursday from Steve, asking me if I'd be his 'date' for a work function.
First thought: Do I have a dress?
Second thought: Alex and Ben are going to pay out on me big time
Third thought: fuck 'em

So young Mr Boner came and picked me up for our 'date' in his Mum's car, apparently his died or something. We were running late, and as is always the way, we couldn't find anywhere to park. We eventually found a spot and made our way up to the function room at the Hyatt where I was introduced to Steve's colleges. They were all lovely people and made plenty of effort to chat to me which always makes it easier when you're in a room full of strangers.

The night consisted of talking, eating yummy curries, drinking and watching dancing. I just couldn't bring myself to join the conga line, despite how fun it looked!

There were a few jokes running about in regards to the ladies Steve brings to events. Something about going in alphabetical order ABC, then a huge jump to M. Probably best if I'm a bit in the dark there. On top of that some other guy Steve knows came by to tell him he 'approved' of me as Steve's date. Hmmm

So all in all it was a very pleasant evening and a nice excuse to get all dressed up. Also I managed to get on of his colleges to call him 'Boner'....My job is done!