danelaw rules!

had a VERY random night last night. met up with an ex colleague with whom i've shared a "could've been" with. She's happily with someone and always has been but there's obviously been a chemistry - only once fell into a slight snog, but generally we have our arms round each other when we meet.
Met her and random group with her and got in free to a club. I was one of the very few (only??) white guys there. which i only realised later on but kinda good to be somewhere like that. Started chatting to these 3 Danish girls - very beautiful. And their beautiful american friend. and their cute
english friend... we all end up in the VIP suite (the guys there are verrrrry slick "laydeeeez...").

as you'd expect, the VIP lounge of a club in Leicester Sq has Miss Trinidad & Tobago UK contestants being glamourous and the guys being kept at bay. me? I was dancing. at one point I was on this deep sofa with 4 beautiful danish american women laughing and gossiping... sigh. wish i had a camera to show the grand-kids.....

so, i'm getting on verry well with the american woman (Christina) who is very smart (writes for a business management company on trends in Eastern Europe). then my ex-colleague jumps down beside us and within minutes Christina is making her wan excuses (dental appointment!??) and is gone. "was it somethng i said?" says my "could've been" friend. jealousy? you decide (earlier when i was invited up to the VIP lounge with the glamourous women, Christina and me linked arms. My ex-colleague ran to my other arm "where you going..? even non-ego me can see a pattern...)

anyway. I was dancing. with one of the Danish girls (teasing her as she fancied one of the guys) but she told me i was a really good dancer. which was both a surprise and really nice (especially unsolicited). and was even funnier when she kept telling these guys "this guys a really good dancer" - the daggers they looked at me.... he he. And then I started dancing with these two girls (from Trinidad) and by GOD - that is intimate dancing!! jeeeeeezusss! I didn't even know her name and we chastely put our hands on each others backs then - wham! - we're 'grinding' together!! and then SHE asks me "where did you learn to dance like this?" and I'm thinking that it sure as hell wasn't in Irish dancing lessons at the age of 6. "with you - right now" i say - corny? p'haps, but true! we continued and kept on a-grinding. bloooody hell.... anyway, she left as well.

so to cut a long story to its length (ie long) I finally realised I had no phone numbers and no way to ever contact any of these Danes or girls again.
so I go up to the Scarlett Johanssen look-a-like (honest) and tell her to call my mobile and we agree to meet for coffee on Sunday. No romance - she was with someone else, but the Danes agreed that I was a "nice guy" and couldn't understand how on earth i was single...

I left alone but content. which is why I'm still single i guess (no killer instinct..)

and that was Friday.

ignore that last one

god i got drunk that night. and then for some reason thought i'd share thoughts with the world. what an eejit.

had my other date so i guess that'll be the end of this blog!

oh, how'd it go? well, thanks for asking. Well, it went well. Enjoyed her company, had a laugh, made me think, made me talk, made me listen when i wasn't thinking or talking (which i don't do at the same time so i probably didn't leave enough time for listening...)

but no. again, i enjoyed the moment but there'll be no more. No spark, no fancy. Is it me? is it that they don't fancy me or i don't fancy them or..?

pointless reverie. and nothings come to mind as i stare at the screen and its coming to midnight again....

well, this one is certainly not about sex (except i did see a famous star..)

ok, another blog about a bomb in a city. there'll be loads and mine won't be exceptional, but it would be odd not to mention it.

me? well, i was in a meeting (actually for the record two meetings back-to-back). I then tried calling a colleague on my mobile and got a funny 'dead' tone. what - did they know i'd resigned and stopped my phone too early?? i stuck my head out of the office and got a bunch of people talking "bombs" "suicide bombers" "power surges" "buggered tubes" (i think this last was about the underground...)

obviously like a rational soul (and a coceited consultant) i thought "oh dear, what news has caused everyone to over-react..?" and was immediatley slapped in the face with the reality that "something has happened". something that , quite honestly, makes you shut up. Shut up but not actually feel anything

and that's it. I live in a city of millions. I have no connection to "millions" and I can't connect with the number 30 bus which i sometimes use. and which my housemate was behind (if he didn't have a hangover maybe he'd have got on that one...)
hey ho.

oh, the sex aspect. I almost forgot. on my way home I walked up (actually everyone in London walked - could inspire people who'll suddenly realise "it only took 15 mnhutes") but as I walked back through Exmouth Market I saw Saffron Burrows. Looking a bit gaunt (and coked up?? at 6pm??!!?) but beautiful nonetheless.

if you're reading this Saffron, I was the guy in the grey shirt trying not to gurn.

or sweat.

damn that grey shirt

also forgot to mention that as soon as i got home i quickly and too easily downed 5 or 6 stellas. heat or nerves, i'll leave to you, but forgive the rambling....

well, i guess this one won't be centered on me gonads

well, had the date - lovely girl but I'm not her type and she ain't mine. hopefully not too much dissapointment for her, and at least i learnt a bit about the Finnish political system (interesting - they got to choose a political system in the early 1900s and chose one that was not geographically centered, unlike the UK one where an MP stands for a constituency.)
Ok this might not be interesting, and perhaps proves that we didn't exactly fancy each other.

mind you, managed to walk round most of the Isle of Dogs... ah well, not a totally wasted Saturday then....

no idea what this will be

well, no idea what i'm gonna write.

I guess that's how everyone starts. Perhaps a bit of research (as in actually reading some blogs) would help, but I've just read my mate joe's and I reckon I'd do it too.

and its free.

got a date with a finnish girl so gotta go.

hopefully this will be more than just me saying "going on a date" or else I'll only ever put on 2 posts a year....