i had a recent email debate with an ex of mine (the only ex i still speak to, come to think of it) about whether it's better to withhold the truth in order to avoid conflict, or tell the truth and deal with the consequence, even if the consequence is conflict. he said some people value avoiding conflict over telling the truth, while i say that telling the truth is the right thing to do, as avoiding conflict just makes you chicken shit. what do you think?
and i know my next statement is a GROSS generalization but it is one made based on my own personal experiences these last few years: canadian guys value telling the truth while british guys value avoiding conflict.
my ex (the one i had the debate with) has always been honest and direct in all his dealings with me, when we were together and now as friends; i respected french-canadian guy because he told me straight up that he had started seeing someone who wanted the same things he did (i.e. a relationship), and that he didn't want to jeopardize that by seeing me, as i only wanted something casual. both are canadian.
on the other hand, my british ex (remember "ex-T?") recently avoided telling me that he got engaged, leaving the dirty work to mutual friends. remember londoner? we had a brief fling before i left for canada for the summer, back at the end of second year; he avoided telling me that he had started seeing someone while i was away, and only came out with the truth when i called him on it. and youngin'? oh my god, don't even get me started on him. i won't go into the gory details but suffice it to say that there were SHITLOADS of things that i didn't find out until well after the fact, because he was too afraid/chicken shit to tell me. all of them are british (or english if i have to be specific - don't want to drag the lovely scots, welsh and northern irishmen into the cesspool of deceit if they don't deserve it).
so there you go. why do you think this is so? what are your opinions/conspiracy theories? am i just particularly "lucky" in meeting all these english guys who avoid the truth like the plague? why do they give the truth so little value? maybe i give the truth too high a value. then again, maybe not.
what are your thoughts? your own experiences? any insight is greatly appreciated.
CET :o)
Showing posts with label londoner. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
knots
i've been back in london since last thursday and jet lag is still kicking my butt. woke up around 2:30 this morning and had a hell of a time trying to fall back asleep.
it's gone past 10pm now and given my state of consciousness (or lack thereof), i don't think any studying will get done tonight. i still seem to have half a mind to blog though. :o)
i have that feeling where you need to be out of your own skin, if only for a little while. restless, itchy, wanting to scream and run around but not being able to. melancholy over youngin', stressed about pending exams...my mind and my body can't seem to settle.
i want to punch youngin' and hug him at the same time.
i was talking to a friend today and she said my problem is that i tell the guys i date too soon that it's not my intention to stay in england after i'm done my degree (it never was, it never will be). she says because it's established that i'm not going to live here permanently, it gives them the mindset that this will only be casual and that they don't have to invest their feelings in me, hence they will have fun with me for the time i'm here, but then as soon as i go back home to toronto, whether for christmas or for the summer, by the time i return they have already started dating someone else. depending on the guy they will either have told me right away (i.e. french canadian, youngin'), not at all (office boy), or only after i drag it out of them because they're too chicken shit to tell me of their own accord (i.e. londoner).
do you think this is the case? what's the point of postponing the truth, of telling them later rather than sooner that i won't be in london forever? get them in deep and then spring it on them? i don't think that's fair to the guy at all.
there's definitely a pattern to my dating but are they all connected or have i just been unlucky enough for it to happen to me four consecutive times?
my sister canuckian complained that i've been posting about boys too much lately, but i don't think i can help it. school and boys (well, a particular boy) have pretty much occupied my mind and my time since october. and do people want to read my whinging and whining about school, or about boys? :o)
i continue to have thoughts and observations about living in london and will try to write about them when i can, but at the moment everything seems hazy and grey and it's not just the bad english weather.
CET :o(
it's gone past 10pm now and given my state of consciousness (or lack thereof), i don't think any studying will get done tonight. i still seem to have half a mind to blog though. :o)
i have that feeling where you need to be out of your own skin, if only for a little while. restless, itchy, wanting to scream and run around but not being able to. melancholy over youngin', stressed about pending exams...my mind and my body can't seem to settle.
i want to punch youngin' and hug him at the same time.
i was talking to a friend today and she said my problem is that i tell the guys i date too soon that it's not my intention to stay in england after i'm done my degree (it never was, it never will be). she says because it's established that i'm not going to live here permanently, it gives them the mindset that this will only be casual and that they don't have to invest their feelings in me, hence they will have fun with me for the time i'm here, but then as soon as i go back home to toronto, whether for christmas or for the summer, by the time i return they have already started dating someone else. depending on the guy they will either have told me right away (i.e. french canadian, youngin'), not at all (office boy), or only after i drag it out of them because they're too chicken shit to tell me of their own accord (i.e. londoner).
do you think this is the case? what's the point of postponing the truth, of telling them later rather than sooner that i won't be in london forever? get them in deep and then spring it on them? i don't think that's fair to the guy at all.
there's definitely a pattern to my dating but are they all connected or have i just been unlucky enough for it to happen to me four consecutive times?
my sister canuckian complained that i've been posting about boys too much lately, but i don't think i can help it. school and boys (well, a particular boy) have pretty much occupied my mind and my time since october. and do people want to read my whinging and whining about school, or about boys? :o)
i continue to have thoughts and observations about living in london and will try to write about them when i can, but at the moment everything seems hazy and grey and it's not just the bad english weather.
CET :o(
Saturday, October 27, 2007
high road? what high road?
discussing the latest news on londoner with T&A late thursday night, A jokingly/half-seriously suggested i e-mail londoner back, calling him a loser. A's comment made for a good laugh but you know what? the next day i actually did it! londoner IS a loser, especially for expecting me to forgive him because he's honestly a "good" guy. so this is what i wrote:
loser.
when you "finally" get this e-mail in another four months' time...still a loser.
HA! :o)
the reference to receiving my e-mail in four months' time refers to his "claim" that he hardly checks his e-mail and that he "just" received my e-mail from the summer only recently, although for some reason he replies to something i sent two days ago in a matter of hours. mmmhmmm.
i must say i always pride myself in taking the high road (well, most of the time) but writing that to him was so cathartic for me! woohoo! in yer face loser!
CET :o)
loser.
when you "finally" get this e-mail in another four months' time...still a loser.
HA! :o)
the reference to receiving my e-mail in four months' time refers to his "claim" that he hardly checks his e-mail and that he "just" received my e-mail from the summer only recently, although for some reason he replies to something i sent two days ago in a matter of hours. mmmhmmm.
i must say i always pride myself in taking the high road (well, most of the time) but writing that to him was so cathartic for me! woohoo! in yer face loser!
CET :o)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
life and school - happy co-existence or no?
ten days since my last post and there's lots to tell!
school is KICKING MY ASS. the pace and workload are relentless! i keep up with the coursework which is fine, but all the extra notes you're suppose to take/keep up with outside of class, all the readings, holy shit, there is just so much to do! in first and second year you could kind of get away with not doing too much until exam time (as evidenced by my frequent trips to the coffee shop, spitalfields market, kinetica, brick lane, etc.) but not this year - if you don't start now you are seriously screwed. i sometimes wonder if my brain has the holding capacity for all this information? seriously!
last wednesday i was in the studio audience during a taping of the GRAHAM NORTON SHOW!!! for those who don't know who he is, click on this link. he was sooo funny and the whole experience was great; best part was the fact that i was pretty close to the front, so everytime the camera was pointed to the audience you could see me! ha ha ha, my few milliseconds of fame. gabriel byrne was a guest and he was pretty cool, though it took him forever to tell one story, even if they were good. they cut out a lot of what he said just for that fact alone. and the second best part - the musical act on were THE BACKSTREET BOYS! hahahahahahaha - they were so bad, i was laughing throughout their entire performance. and yes, they really are that short in real life. oh, and for my friends in canada, i taped the show so if you want to see me on it i'll bring it back to toronto over christmas. :o)
i've gotten a second job that i started last week - i am officially a bar wench! yes that's right, CET got a job at her university bar. last friday was training day and i must say i'm liking it very much; it's a great way to meet people and there is something slightly cool about being a bartender. tomorrow's my first shift on my own - wish me luck! oh, that reminds me, i need to e-mail prof b and personally invite him down for a drink. :o)
the last couple of times i've been to the coffee shop i haven't seen the hottie; instead, i have discovered another POTENTIAL coffee shop hottie, all in the same shop! it started when i walked in one day wearing one of my t-shirts from threadless; this one is entitled "diabolical hot dog":
how awesome is that t-shirt? anyhoo, potential CSH looked up and immediately commented on it. today i wore another threadless t-shirt, this time it was "rock how to":
and again i caught him looking my way, checking out my tee, though this time he didn't say anything. we looked at each other a few times, smiled at each other a bit and i thought to myself "hmmm, he is quite cute." the only thing is that i am NOT going to ask him out, NO WAY IN HELL - how would that look if i systematically went through all the male workers at that coffee shop, asking each one out in turn? BAD, BAD, BAD. so all i'm saying is that there's something else to keep me occupied when i'm there, besides drinking my tea...
ooo, and a little bit more boy gossip: londoner has returned (well, sort of). so i haven't heard from him since the end of june/beginning of july. on the advice of a friend, i texted him when i got back to london letting him know i was back in town. nada. nothing. so yes, of course i get the hint - i got the hint even before the summer was over. anyhoo, what bugged me about the whole thing was that this was the same person who was so "open and honest", who confided in me about personal things that you just don't tell people you've just met; someone who waxed poetic about life, philosophy, true love, blah, blah, blah...he seemed so sincere, so for it to end like this...if anything, i was upset at the lack of respect he showed me by not contacting me, even if it's just to let me know that he's no longer interested or that he's met someone else. french canadian had the good sense to let me know he was dating someone new when i got back from DC last year, so why not londoner? i don't expect much from anyone except they be up front and honest with me - apparently that's a tall order.
okay, so a couple of evenings ago i e-mailed him, letting him know what i thought. it wasn't a bitchy e-mail or anything like that, it was simple and to the point, and if anything, writing that e-mail was more for me than for him, as at least i got to say what i wanted to say and be done with it. i sent it to him not expecting a reply (would i really expect an e-mail at this point? ha!) and lo and behold, less than 48 hours after sending it off i get a reply. what the fuck? as soon as i call you out on your shit you contact me? in his reply he basically said he procrastinated in contacting me back; that he really is open and honest but that he is also very weak. he also told me that he met someone new over the summer but that he still really likes me, so if i can forgive him then perhaps we can be friends "somewhat". right.
i'm pretty certain i will not be replying to that. what's the point? what semblance of a friendship would we have? i frankly do not want to be friends with someone who does shit like that. friends of mine have said "oh, but he had the best of intentions" - bollocks i say. i want someone who does what he says and says what he does, plain and simple. i want someone to like me so much that he will ACTUALLY call when he wants to call, and WANTS to hang out with me and makes it so! are these basic wants so far-fetched and unattainable? seriously!
thoughts, people, opinions? what say you?
CET :o)
school is KICKING MY ASS. the pace and workload are relentless! i keep up with the coursework which is fine, but all the extra notes you're suppose to take/keep up with outside of class, all the readings, holy shit, there is just so much to do! in first and second year you could kind of get away with not doing too much until exam time (as evidenced by my frequent trips to the coffee shop, spitalfields market, kinetica, brick lane, etc.) but not this year - if you don't start now you are seriously screwed. i sometimes wonder if my brain has the holding capacity for all this information? seriously!
last wednesday i was in the studio audience during a taping of the GRAHAM NORTON SHOW!!! for those who don't know who he is, click on this link. he was sooo funny and the whole experience was great; best part was the fact that i was pretty close to the front, so everytime the camera was pointed to the audience you could see me! ha ha ha, my few milliseconds of fame. gabriel byrne was a guest and he was pretty cool, though it took him forever to tell one story, even if they were good. they cut out a lot of what he said just for that fact alone. and the second best part - the musical act on were THE BACKSTREET BOYS! hahahahahahaha - they were so bad, i was laughing throughout their entire performance. and yes, they really are that short in real life. oh, and for my friends in canada, i taped the show so if you want to see me on it i'll bring it back to toronto over christmas. :o)
i've gotten a second job that i started last week - i am officially a bar wench! yes that's right, CET got a job at her university bar. last friday was training day and i must say i'm liking it very much; it's a great way to meet people and there is something slightly cool about being a bartender. tomorrow's my first shift on my own - wish me luck! oh, that reminds me, i need to e-mail prof b and personally invite him down for a drink. :o)
the last couple of times i've been to the coffee shop i haven't seen the hottie; instead, i have discovered another POTENTIAL coffee shop hottie, all in the same shop! it started when i walked in one day wearing one of my t-shirts from threadless; this one is entitled "diabolical hot dog":
how awesome is that t-shirt? anyhoo, potential CSH looked up and immediately commented on it. today i wore another threadless t-shirt, this time it was "rock how to":
and again i caught him looking my way, checking out my tee, though this time he didn't say anything. we looked at each other a few times, smiled at each other a bit and i thought to myself "hmmm, he is quite cute." the only thing is that i am NOT going to ask him out, NO WAY IN HELL - how would that look if i systematically went through all the male workers at that coffee shop, asking each one out in turn? BAD, BAD, BAD. so all i'm saying is that there's something else to keep me occupied when i'm there, besides drinking my tea...
ooo, and a little bit more boy gossip: londoner has returned (well, sort of). so i haven't heard from him since the end of june/beginning of july. on the advice of a friend, i texted him when i got back to london letting him know i was back in town. nada. nothing. so yes, of course i get the hint - i got the hint even before the summer was over. anyhoo, what bugged me about the whole thing was that this was the same person who was so "open and honest", who confided in me about personal things that you just don't tell people you've just met; someone who waxed poetic about life, philosophy, true love, blah, blah, blah...he seemed so sincere, so for it to end like this...if anything, i was upset at the lack of respect he showed me by not contacting me, even if it's just to let me know that he's no longer interested or that he's met someone else. french canadian had the good sense to let me know he was dating someone new when i got back from DC last year, so why not londoner? i don't expect much from anyone except they be up front and honest with me - apparently that's a tall order.
okay, so a couple of evenings ago i e-mailed him, letting him know what i thought. it wasn't a bitchy e-mail or anything like that, it was simple and to the point, and if anything, writing that e-mail was more for me than for him, as at least i got to say what i wanted to say and be done with it. i sent it to him not expecting a reply (would i really expect an e-mail at this point? ha!) and lo and behold, less than 48 hours after sending it off i get a reply. what the fuck? as soon as i call you out on your shit you contact me? in his reply he basically said he procrastinated in contacting me back; that he really is open and honest but that he is also very weak. he also told me that he met someone new over the summer but that he still really likes me, so if i can forgive him then perhaps we can be friends "somewhat". right.
i'm pretty certain i will not be replying to that. what's the point? what semblance of a friendship would we have? i frankly do not want to be friends with someone who does shit like that. friends of mine have said "oh, but he had the best of intentions" - bollocks i say. i want someone who does what he says and says what he does, plain and simple. i want someone to like me so much that he will ACTUALLY call when he wants to call, and WANTS to hang out with me and makes it so! are these basic wants so far-fetched and unattainable? seriously!
thoughts, people, opinions? what say you?
CET :o)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
friends :o)
had the best time with mr. bing, bing's hubby, brown goddess, goddess' sister, and canuckian last night. time spent with these precious folk always cheers me up and makes me joyous; i laugh until my sides hurt and eat until they hurt even more. it's all about the good times.
we gorged ourselves on seafood at the fine local establishment, followed by a quick drive to the local mall where we continued our binge with ice cream. the shenanigans kicked into high gear when we went to a lady's dress shop (i.e. where UGLY prom dresses live) and proceeded to try on a sampling of their confections, with mr. bing and i trying on the same neon green fruity number. we pretended BG's sister was getting married and we were her bridesmaids - if you ever need a butt-ugly bridesmaid's dress, this is the place! we had fun laughing at each other and taking stupid pictures behind the sales lady's back; we incurred her wrath but who cares? this is what you get for selling such horrible fashion retail!
anyhoo, at the end of the night we parted ways and i came home feeling happy, which i wasn't earlier in the day (and for the last little while) because boys, i.e. the londoner, was getting me down. honestly, boys may come and go but friends are for LIFE.
CET :o)
p.s. reason why londoner made me upset? i haven't heard from him in three weeks. i think that's him done and dusted.
we gorged ourselves on seafood at the fine local establishment, followed by a quick drive to the local mall where we continued our binge with ice cream. the shenanigans kicked into high gear when we went to a lady's dress shop (i.e. where UGLY prom dresses live) and proceeded to try on a sampling of their confections, with mr. bing and i trying on the same neon green fruity number. we pretended BG's sister was getting married and we were her bridesmaids - if you ever need a butt-ugly bridesmaid's dress, this is the place! we had fun laughing at each other and taking stupid pictures behind the sales lady's back; we incurred her wrath but who cares? this is what you get for selling such horrible fashion retail!
anyhoo, at the end of the night we parted ways and i came home feeling happy, which i wasn't earlier in the day (and for the last little while) because boys, i.e. the londoner, was getting me down. honestly, boys may come and go but friends are for LIFE.
CET :o)
p.s. reason why londoner made me upset? i haven't heard from him in three weeks. i think that's him done and dusted.
Monday, June 18, 2007
and...
and yes i know, i am over-analytical and can sometimes make a wee mountain out of a wee molehill.
so sue me.
CET :op
so sue me.
CET :op
boys suck BIG poo
no e-mail for a week.
wasn't on messenger for a week.
his reason?
he was busy and he took a three day trip to brussels.
grrr.
after berating him for not dropping me at least a quick e-mail, i let the matter go and proceeded to have a decent conversation with him.
i think i might use him just for sex. when i'm in the country that is.
we will see.
CET :o)
wasn't on messenger for a week.
his reason?
he was busy and he took a three day trip to brussels.
grrr.
after berating him for not dropping me at least a quick e-mail, i let the matter go and proceeded to have a decent conversation with him.
i think i might use him just for sex. when i'm in the country that is.
we will see.
CET :o)
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
and so it begins...
i think today is the first day where i can breathe.
serious craziness leading up to my flight home (yes, i'm back in toronto now); right after my last exam it was nothing but partying, packing, more partying and more packing. said goodbye to friends, had my last dosa with vij as my flatmate (so sad!), spent my last night with the londoner (more on that later) and then BOOM! off on a jet plane to toronto. the weekend was spent attending carnivalissima at the harbourfront centre, followed by woofstock near st lawrence market. yes, the last one was for chili.
londoner: oh lord, what have i done? how do i manage to fuck things up, two days after i get back to toronto??? let me explain...
so my last night with him was great! i'm not going into the (gory) details but oh yes dear readers, it was good. i've been seeing him for about a month now; we didn't have "the talk" per se, but we did agree that we both liked each other very much, but didn't know where this was going, seeing as how i'm in toronto for the summer and things have only gotten started between us.
so he drops me off at the station the next morning and we say our goodbyes; when i'm back in toronto later that day i message him online letting him know i'm home. we have a brief but good chat. the next morning i see him online again and we start chatting...well, at least i'm trying to but he is about as responsive as a log. or a dead animal. let me just say the following:
- i've realized that he can be quite self-absorbed sometimes, always talking about himself or turning the conversation towards him;
- he is slightly cocky/arrogant, though i know for a fact it's a cover for someone who can be quite insecure about himself;
- conversation is a two-way street, do you not agree dear readers? why is it so hard for someone to ask a question about you; why am i always the one to do the asking?
- londoner is a workaholic
- i hate people who "victimize" themselves
so i ask him why he has nothing to say to me and he launches into a diatribe about how he's having the shittiest, most unproductive day, and therefore cannot think of anything to say to me (?). hmmm, i don't know, how about starting with "how are you?"
so basically i kind of let rip, calling him on his self-absorbedness (okay, so that's not a word but so what? bite me. wait, i guess it would be self-absorption) and asking why yet again, it always has to be about him. i was frustrated for many reasons (not just him) and so i admit, i kind of took it out on him. but he sort of deserved it! anyway...
i did apologize for having that kind of conversation with him when it wasn't my intention; i logged off in a huff, telling him to email me if he wants and "perhaps" he'll see me online again. afterwards i felt kind of shitty because that wasn't the time nor place for me to say stuff like that. plus i felt frustrated because i don't want to think of him and i don't want to miss him but i do; i'm just so afraid of getting hurt!
the next day i email him an apology but since that conversation i have yet to hear back from him or see him online. he is online ALL THE TIME, so i wonder if he's blocked me? how can one little conversation lead to this? why am i so over-analytical? ARGH!
so that's it in a nutshell. i guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens. i hate waiting...
what are your thoughts/comments on this?
CET :o(
serious craziness leading up to my flight home (yes, i'm back in toronto now); right after my last exam it was nothing but partying, packing, more partying and more packing. said goodbye to friends, had my last dosa with vij as my flatmate (so sad!), spent my last night with the londoner (more on that later) and then BOOM! off on a jet plane to toronto. the weekend was spent attending carnivalissima at the harbourfront centre, followed by woofstock near st lawrence market. yes, the last one was for chili.
londoner: oh lord, what have i done? how do i manage to fuck things up, two days after i get back to toronto??? let me explain...
so my last night with him was great! i'm not going into the (gory) details but oh yes dear readers, it was good. i've been seeing him for about a month now; we didn't have "the talk" per se, but we did agree that we both liked each other very much, but didn't know where this was going, seeing as how i'm in toronto for the summer and things have only gotten started between us.
so he drops me off at the station the next morning and we say our goodbyes; when i'm back in toronto later that day i message him online letting him know i'm home. we have a brief but good chat. the next morning i see him online again and we start chatting...well, at least i'm trying to but he is about as responsive as a log. or a dead animal. let me just say the following:
- i've realized that he can be quite self-absorbed sometimes, always talking about himself or turning the conversation towards him;
- he is slightly cocky/arrogant, though i know for a fact it's a cover for someone who can be quite insecure about himself;
- conversation is a two-way street, do you not agree dear readers? why is it so hard for someone to ask a question about you; why am i always the one to do the asking?
- londoner is a workaholic
- i hate people who "victimize" themselves
so i ask him why he has nothing to say to me and he launches into a diatribe about how he's having the shittiest, most unproductive day, and therefore cannot think of anything to say to me (?). hmmm, i don't know, how about starting with "how are you?"
so basically i kind of let rip, calling him on his self-absorbedness (okay, so that's not a word but so what? bite me. wait, i guess it would be self-absorption) and asking why yet again, it always has to be about him. i was frustrated for many reasons (not just him) and so i admit, i kind of took it out on him. but he sort of deserved it! anyway...
i did apologize for having that kind of conversation with him when it wasn't my intention; i logged off in a huff, telling him to email me if he wants and "perhaps" he'll see me online again. afterwards i felt kind of shitty because that wasn't the time nor place for me to say stuff like that. plus i felt frustrated because i don't want to think of him and i don't want to miss him but i do; i'm just so afraid of getting hurt!
the next day i email him an apology but since that conversation i have yet to hear back from him or see him online. he is online ALL THE TIME, so i wonder if he's blocked me? how can one little conversation lead to this? why am i so over-analytical? ARGH!
so that's it in a nutshell. i guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens. i hate waiting...
what are your thoughts/comments on this?
CET :o(
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
tantilizing tidbits for tan
- during our first drinks date, londoner would sneak kisses on my neck and cheek; he also held my hand and kissed my palm (which i find so unbelievably sexy - it made me melt);
- our first proper date consisted mostly of us walking around in the rain and talking (after a lovely dinner at a tapas restaurant of course); we stood in the park and then stood outside the gate to my flat for hours, just kissing and chatting away;
- the kitchen wasn't the only room in the flat that heated up when he came over to cook me dinner...all i will say is mmmmmhmmmmm...
CET :o)
- our first proper date consisted mostly of us walking around in the rain and talking (after a lovely dinner at a tapas restaurant of course); we stood in the park and then stood outside the gate to my flat for hours, just kissing and chatting away;
- the kitchen wasn't the only room in the flat that heated up when he came over to cook me dinner...all i will say is mmmmmhmmmmm...
CET :o)
Monday, May 21, 2007
the karmic door swings wide
you know that saying, "when one door closes another door opens?" well, that's what happened to me last week.
it was a thursday when i asked coffee shop hottie out and he said no; two days later on saturday night, i found myself at a bar on brick lane with vij and a friend of hers who was visiting from canada, and wanted a taste of the london nightlife. vij and i had never been to this bar before but have passed by it enough times to know that it was a pretty hip and happening place, so we decided to check it out that evening.
the dj was spinning some really wicked tracks, mostly funk and jazz from the 70's. vij and i were cuttin' a rug on the dance floor, right by the dj booth, when a rather tall man with a funky afro (think tamed-down version of sideshow bob) reached behind me to get his drink, which he had left on the dj table. i moved out of his way and after he had left vij commented that he was "totally checking me out."
now, CET is always COMPLETELY oblivious to the attention of others; i was just happily dancing away and didn't really notice the men in the room. anyhoo, so i spot the guy a distance away (he had left the dance floor) and although i can't see his face clearly, i know he is looking at me and i am looking at him. when vij and i walked off the dance floor to get a drink, he brushed my arm and we started talking. being a bar/club it was quite loud, so he suggested we move to the corridor to chat.
hmmm, what shall be his blog name? well after the canadian guys (first, french-canadian and third), office boy and scottish guy, i suppose i can call this one "the londoner", as he was born and raised here. not too original i know but tough!
so, we're in the corridor and the chatting is easy; for some reason i felt completely at ease with him and if there's something to be said for intuition, mine told me that he wasn't slimey and was in fact quite genuine. don't worry though, my guard was still up a little (i'm not THAT naive). he asked for my number and then he asked for a kiss (which i thought was nice); THANK GOODNESS he was a great kisser! if i had another bad kiss after scottish guy i think i would have slapped him. he had to leave as it was his friend's birthday and they were bar-hopping; he said he'd call me the next day.
sure enough, on sunday he rang. we chatted briefly before he asked me for a date; we arranged to meet that wednesday. monday night on my way home from work he texts me; he's in my neighbourhood meeting clients and would like to know if i'm free for a quick drink. so we meet for a drink on the monday, followed by our first proper date on the wednesday, then he came over to cook me dinner while i studied this past saturday. three dates in one week! and i should be studying for exams!
i don't think i want to get into all the details because for once (in a long time) i genuinely like this guy and feel quite a connection with him. he's open and honest like me - tactless too which i find funny - cerebral, affectionate and sweet. he's also quite a hopeless romantic which draws my ire at times because i am not, but i like the fact that we're such opposites in so many ways. he knows i'm leaving london for the summer in about three weeks' time, and he knows i have to buckle down and study, but even a girl needs a break from her books every now and then, and he'll be there ready with a kiss and smile and dinner!
CET :o)
p.s. absolutely NO comments about how he's "the one" or crap like that, as i do not believe in "the one" and have actually been planning a post on the subject for quite some time; stuff like that just makes me want to puke. thanks!
it was a thursday when i asked coffee shop hottie out and he said no; two days later on saturday night, i found myself at a bar on brick lane with vij and a friend of hers who was visiting from canada, and wanted a taste of the london nightlife. vij and i had never been to this bar before but have passed by it enough times to know that it was a pretty hip and happening place, so we decided to check it out that evening.
the dj was spinning some really wicked tracks, mostly funk and jazz from the 70's. vij and i were cuttin' a rug on the dance floor, right by the dj booth, when a rather tall man with a funky afro (think tamed-down version of sideshow bob) reached behind me to get his drink, which he had left on the dj table. i moved out of his way and after he had left vij commented that he was "totally checking me out."
now, CET is always COMPLETELY oblivious to the attention of others; i was just happily dancing away and didn't really notice the men in the room. anyhoo, so i spot the guy a distance away (he had left the dance floor) and although i can't see his face clearly, i know he is looking at me and i am looking at him. when vij and i walked off the dance floor to get a drink, he brushed my arm and we started talking. being a bar/club it was quite loud, so he suggested we move to the corridor to chat.
hmmm, what shall be his blog name? well after the canadian guys (first, french-canadian and third), office boy and scottish guy, i suppose i can call this one "the londoner", as he was born and raised here. not too original i know but tough!
so, we're in the corridor and the chatting is easy; for some reason i felt completely at ease with him and if there's something to be said for intuition, mine told me that he wasn't slimey and was in fact quite genuine. don't worry though, my guard was still up a little (i'm not THAT naive). he asked for my number and then he asked for a kiss (which i thought was nice); THANK GOODNESS he was a great kisser! if i had another bad kiss after scottish guy i think i would have slapped him. he had to leave as it was his friend's birthday and they were bar-hopping; he said he'd call me the next day.
sure enough, on sunday he rang. we chatted briefly before he asked me for a date; we arranged to meet that wednesday. monday night on my way home from work he texts me; he's in my neighbourhood meeting clients and would like to know if i'm free for a quick drink. so we meet for a drink on the monday, followed by our first proper date on the wednesday, then he came over to cook me dinner while i studied this past saturday. three dates in one week! and i should be studying for exams!
i don't think i want to get into all the details because for once (in a long time) i genuinely like this guy and feel quite a connection with him. he's open and honest like me - tactless too which i find funny - cerebral, affectionate and sweet. he's also quite a hopeless romantic which draws my ire at times because i am not, but i like the fact that we're such opposites in so many ways. he knows i'm leaving london for the summer in about three weeks' time, and he knows i have to buckle down and study, but even a girl needs a break from her books every now and then, and he'll be there ready with a kiss and smile and dinner!
CET :o)
p.s. absolutely NO comments about how he's "the one" or crap like that, as i do not believe in "the one" and have actually been planning a post on the subject for quite some time; stuff like that just makes me want to puke. thanks!
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