"back" on the market??

I've just spent whole last week on a holiday abroad with health-obsessed parents, so much for night time fun from a foldable bed in the same room as my dear genitors! They say you learn from your mistakes, but when the mistake consists in impulsively booking plane tickets to Greece for 25pounds go and return without checking the time of your flight, it looks like I'll never learn. I had to leave at 2:55am London time friday morning. As a consequence, I'm still wondering where my week-end is gone.

Don't get me wrong there, I did go to bed at 6pm that friday, but, as I'm still trying to work out how, my housemates managed to get me out of bed and we went on another "let's-destroy-Portobello-Road" night trip... Or maybe let's destroy ourselves on Portobello?
Having been up for the last 25hours, after much sambuca drinking, pint glasses stealing, and other paranormal activities including loads of dancing with strangers wearing authentic Native American feathers hats, and smoking my lungs off INSIDE the club, I decided to call it a night at around 4 and hailed a cab. Nethertheless, I still dragged back to the house my housemate's gay accointance in the aim of turning him straight enough for the night...Didn't work. Well, we did share a ham and pineapple pizza...
That bad habit must stop! I have enough gay related stories to stay away while sober, but can't help hitting on cute gay guys when I had a few... Pathetic I know!



When I next gained consciousness it was 5:37pm, Saturday. Woops.
I decided it was a sign my body needed some well deserved rest and stayed in. I was invited to another gay birthday party but happily passed on that one. This is my personal belief that if you don't feel great, you should never push yourself to go out unless you know FOR SURE that you're going to have the time of your life. If you still do go out, there's a very strong probability you're going to end up freezing at a bus stop just a few hours later thinking what a waste of time/energy/money/make up/hot bodies the whole initiative was, and will inevitably hate most of the world population, including yourself. Who needs more hatred?


So, instead, I battled with my computer for the best part of an hour to watch the rugby world cup semi finals, France/England with French comments (no way I was going to support England on that one!) and replied to OG's text during the second half time. OG is the guy I've started something with last week-end. I'm still wondering what this something is...

OG is the toxic bachelor par excellence. After much googling and facebook spying, I came to the conclusion that his private parts were kept as out of sight from amateurs as the Nelson column in Trafalgar Square (I'm not making any size comparison there, I'd class him in the Medium/Large department). And that's fine with me, as long as none of us pretends we're something more than what we are... But his insistance to take me out on two slightly uncomfortable dates before the actual thing, and the way he behaved in bed don't quite match. Hmmm...

Anyway, here's our last night conversation:
Him: Hello lovely... Welcome back! How was it? Am watching the rugby tonight... I know you're supposrting France, but it looks like we're going to win ha ha ha ha ;) xxx
Me: You really can't be serious, England winning against France? I don't think so!!!
Him: Uh. I don't think so... Maybe we should have our own game sometime... ;)
Me: Definitely, England against France, see who leads and scores first...
Me: Looks like France is winning
(that's my own way of liking rugby)

Half time over. The British lucky idiots win out of pure luck. I'm pissed off, facebook him "revenge?", switch off the computer, grab my vibrator and go to bed.
Two hours later my phone rings; OG. And as usual when I take a call in the middle of the night, I can never remember the content of the conversation the next day. Shit!
It happens the poor chap had facebooked me back ("Indeed. What were you thinking of doing to me exactly? Maybe I'll just come and meet you and see what you do...") at one of the rare moments I was:
-not online
-knackered
-not in the mood anymore having made good use of my last Ann Summers treat.
Damn!!!
Still, I think I remember we arranged to meet up next week.

But as I very strongly suspect, he probably went through his contact list after the said phone call to find someone who would oblige, and I am sure he found another pretty girl who did. Am I showing that obvious insecurity issues there? Not my style.

But I've noticed, since we've met, I'm more determined than ever to find someone(s) else to take the pressure off and put us on an equal level. But what if he's not like that? He's always being so attentionate, and too nice to be true, or is he just applying his usual tombeur routine? Hmm... Anyway, as I'm not letting myself getting hurt by yet another of what I believe is his kind, I decided to enjoy only what's on offer and never start wanting exclusivity from him.


So, I've arranged to meet up tonight with that very very cute French guy I've met at a bus stop two months ago before he went on holidays in Mexico. He's back in London, contacted me first, and looks like he's as much of a party animal as I am. Promising...