Introducing Sir Ken

Sir Ken - It's the Drinks

Nå, jeg kan vist ikke længere komme uden om at fortælle lidt om en vis Sir Ken, som er blevet nævnt et par gange her på bloggen. Grunden til det er lidt et ømt område er, at han ikke er typen, man normalt ville se mig sammen med, af flere årsager!

Han går på vores studie, på vores semester (allerede her burde alarmklokkerne ringe, seriously, don’t do it!), så er han desuden under den kritiske højde, og har slet ikke hverken brune øjne eller særligt mørkt hår, som ellers er noget, jeg er helt vild med. Det mest bemærkelsesværdige ved ham er dog nok, at han danser i sin fritid og at han taler med en meget nordsjællandsk dialekt. Det skal nok også lige nævnes, at når man møder ham første gang, går man ud fra, at han ikke er til piger … Hvorfor hedder han så Sir Ken? Jo, det er fordi, hans ansigtstræk er lidt for perfekte, og minder en smule om en vis Barbies mandlige modstykke 😉

Anyways, jeg var med G til en af de vildeste fester på studiet, og jeg havde både drukket mig i hegnet og en kæp i øret for at sige det mildt. Forestil Jer så scenariet, at jeg pludseligt bliver trukket ud på dansegulvet af Sir Ken, og i kraft af, at han jo rent faktisk godt kan danse, var det bare et kæmpe turn-on for mig. Det har sikkert noget at gøre med, at jeg har en sær ting for fyre, der tager styringen, så jeg nærmest bare får at vide, hvad jeg skal gøre. Når jeg så ovenikøbet har drukket en del, bliver det altså meget værre. Det var lidt det der skete her, fordi han helt bogstaveligt talt “tog styringen”, haha!

Det ender med at vi står og råsnaver ude midt på dansegulvet (G havde været væk i 2 min.), og så siger Sir Ken noget i stil med: “Ej, ved du hvad? Nu tager vi altså hjem til mig!”.    Som sagt er jeg forholdsvis villig til at gøre hvad der bliver sagt, når jeg er fuld, så jeg går hen til G, giver hende de ting hun har liggende i min taske, og fortæller så, at “Vi tager lige hjem til ham og knalder”. Hun bliver mildt sagt noget overrasket spørger mig mange gange, om jeg virkelig mente det, men så fik vi ellers lov at tage af sted (efter et meget taknemmeligt kys på kinden fra Sir Ken).

Det kunne virkelig have været akavet mellem Sir Ken og jeg bagefter, men heldigvis kunne vi bare grine af det, så no harm done. Phew! Nu bliver jeg så bare konstant drillet, hver eneste gang, vi støder på ham, men det kunne være værre. Jeg griner også selv ret meget af det!

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Well, I guess I can’t avoid this subject much longer. I’m going to tell you about a certain Sir Ken who has been mentioned a couple of times on the blog. The reason why it’s kind of a sore spot for me is that he is not the type, you would normally see me with, for several reasons.

He is from our university and he is even on the same year as us (the alarm should go off at this point, seriously, don’t do it!). Furthermore he is under the critical height and he doesn’t have brown eyes or dark hair, which is something I would normally look after in a guy. But the most noteworthy thing about this guy? He dances in his spare time AND he has this god-awful dialect. I should probably mention the fact that when you meet him the first time you would guess that he is playing for the other team … Oh well, why is he called Sir Ken? Because his features are a little too perfect and has a resemblance to a certain Barbie’s male counterpart 😉

Anyway, I was with G at one of the craziest parties at our university and it’s very safe to say that I was beyond drunk. Imagine this – Sir Ken suddenly pulls me out on the dance floor and since he CAN actually dance, this was a huge turn-on for me at this point. It’s probably because I have a thing for guys who takes the lead (in everything) – and this is what he literally did! And he did it well 😉

Imagine G’s surprise when I suddenly walked up to her, gave her all the stuff she was keeping in my bag and said: “We’re going to his place to shag!”. At this point Sir Ken and I had been chewing off each other’s faces for some time so we decided (well, it was probably more Sir Ken who decided and I drunkenly agreed) to go to his place. To shag. G asked me a million times over if I was sure but in the end (after a very thankful kiss on the cheek from Sir Ken) we were allowed to leave.

It could really have been extremely awkward between Sir Ken and I after this but luckily, we were able to just laugh it off afterwards. Phew! Now I’m just constantly teased whenever he walks by, but it could be much much worse!

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