London Transports would be ashamed if they knew that some people -ok at least me- only log on tfl.gov.uk when they're about to get laid.

But that's the thing, see, I don't need help with random buses when:
-I go to work. I am not retarded and by now, I've got them pretty much figured out.
-I visit friends. Same applies there, or, if it's at a new place, I can usually rely on their directions.
-I go clubbing. I've done it so often that I could name by heart all the night buses numbers needed to go back home from at least 20 different London clubs.
-Or even on shopping trips. Come on, from wherever you are, how difficult is it to find Oxford Street?

But when it comes to erm... "sexier businesses", I am way too eager to look and sound as independant as one can get that I always hang up the phone on a: "It's ok, I know London by now. Don't worry, I'll find it!"
It is most of the time pure bravado, especially when, last night (e.g.), I have to go to parts of town I have never heard of. Hence my being perpetually late because I still haven't included the 15 minutes spend on the tfl website as part of my "preparation routine".

Ok, the compulsory alcoholic-drink-and-fag-and-wash-your-teeth-again before leaving the house certainly participates in my lateness...

I am not including the amount of time spent singing "Should I stay or should I go?", or the "just one more episode of Peep Show" factor either.


At least that is what happened last night, and might explain why I was late (about an hour and a half late, to be exact) at OG's place.
NOT that is matters that much anyway, I don't mind anticipation...

OG and I hadn't seen eachother inover three months, and now that I can look at things with a little more distance that I used to then, this break definitely was for the best.
Of course the man's desire for me is a huge turn on and a great ego booster; he's VERY handsome and extremely successful.
But fuck he knows it and is oh-so full of himself.

After dinner, when I couldn't take anymore of watching him unrolling different giant versions of himself sporting the cheesiest smile (=all the different posters in different languages from his last tour...), I grabbed him by the balls -almost litteraly- and dragged him into bed.

All this time and I had almost forgotten how well endowed he was and what a size queen I can be -smiles...
I had also forgotten how fast he came -sight...


Tonight, Brooke, Stella and I are hitting the town. It's been said Valentine's Day (in spite of being a complete commercial load of bullshit) is the best night of the year to pull...