So, I'm back in London.
Lately, the above sentence seems to show up here with a certain recurrence. This being said, it's nice to get out of the city once in a while, just for the pleasure of coming back, and it probably won't happen again anytime soon since I'm starting uni on Monday.

The initial excitement has been replaced by a sort of irrational fear. Of course, the nightmares I've been having recently involving a bunch of eighteen years olds laughing at me and pointing out my (invisible) wrinkles don't help...
Call me vain, but I can't help to recall how fucked up we were back then.

Not that things got that much better since.
See for yourself: I've just accepted to go on a date in a few weeks time with a bloke I met at the Ikea "restaurant" yesterday.
Well, he's charming, literate, well traveled, exactly my type physically speaking, but, there are a few buts.

But number 1: He's French. This is not racism, but seeing my previous experience regarding French guys, you know where my reluctance comes from. Well, I'm not going to blame an entire nation for one arsehole's shitty behaviour, am I?

But number 2: He's a decade older than me. Actually, that's not exactly a problem as far as I'm concerned, but I wonder what he would see in me?

But number 3: He's a divorcee. That's unexplored territory for me (as far as I know...).

But number 4: He's got a son. Wow, now, that's a massive but. The maternal instinct hasn't knocked at my door yet, actually, it hasn't even been in my neighbourhood, and I. simply. do. not. like. children. As I say on a weekly basis; come on guys, use a condom!


So why did I say yes?
I've been thinking about it last night (instead of getting my beauty sleep), and as I said, he's my type, charming, literate, etc...

And maybe I'm a tiny little bit desperate?
Arrogant German cancelled his trip to London, and if you ask me, that's for the best. But, meanwhile, I haven't got any action in erm, a very long time, and it is starting to get to me. A few days ago, as I was passing through the city OG now lives in, I seriously considered calling him "for old times' sake". The only thing that saved me from doing it was his facebook update: OG is in Shangai. Lucky escape.
But I know I won't last long. And I seriously can't start jumping on innocent students from Monday, can I?