For the good cause???

And here we are again, I'm pissed off. I've missed a Saturday night out, which is so unlike me.
But I keep telling myself it was for the good cause...

I've been seeing that guy for two weeks now. It all started quite agressively. (people in the arts and entertainment... if you ask: NO! We can't get a grip! We're passionate about pretty much everything, get used to it! )

I was sat at the pub, talking politics and shittyness of the English weather with the usual suspects.
And as usual, when I couldn't understand the conversation anymore ( Unfortunately, I'm really not good with politics), I let my eyes wander around the outside area and rested them on ...that absolute treat for the eyes. Tall, handsome, messy hair, bright blue eyes; exactly my type! He was quite apparently looking for someone and I kept staring at him... And he stared back. If there was a little voice commenting the moment, it couldn't have said anything but: Lust at first sight!!

That was so obvious that I had to readjust in my seat, and pretended to be interested again in MPs blah blah... Untill I realised he was hugging my friend Tam and sat just across the table from me, smiling. AAARGH! said the little voice, girl, you're in deep shit!
Tam introduced us, and we happened to work in very similar fields so we had quite a lot to talk about...for a minute an a half. Which he ended by a:
"So, do you sleep with every guy you previously eyed so greedily?"

Some info about the setting: I was surrounded by a group of nine quite prude persons, all 5 or 6 years older than me, who probably wouldn't want to know the kind of girl I can be. And I wouldn't want them to know either!

So, by answering "That's so not the point, do you intend to sleep with everyone who unfortunately happened to look in your direction?" I started the big fight.
Obviously we kept in touch through Facebook and met for coffee the next week... And kept fighting too. He's such an arrogant bastard and I can't stop the urge to put induviduals of his kind back in their place. We even spent most of yesterday disagreeing about when and where to meet up. Well, I won!!

To the outsider it could have looked like we were fighting at my doorstep yesterday night, and all the way up the stairs to my room, but actually for once, we were quite on the same level... And that was nice.

Just interrupted by:
-My more-than-tipsy housemate coming back home at 3am screaming at the top of his lungs non-identifiable songs. When I oppened the door to tell him to shut up he blurted out he loved me, was going to make it up to me and buy me breakfast the next day. Always a good look when there's someone else in your bed... I hope it was still evident it was a very gay declaration of love.
- Text messages from my clubbing-partners in crime Brooke and Stella, asking where I was and when I was going to join... at 11:15, 1:52, 2:44, 4:15, and 8:39. Apparently they were still having the time of their life at Egg this morning, and I missed out. Damn!

Well, I still had a great time, and fortunately, yesterday, I went for drinks around Portobello with my housemate and co and then stopped by the Notting Hill Arts Club on my way to my date...