Friday Night

Friday night was a good night because:

a) I managed to go with the Chinese guy aforementioned. Despite the discoloured teeth he really is quite a nice charming guy. The sort of man who’d treat you well. This is precisely why it’s a shame that the ‘Bolt of Lust’ (also aforementioned in this blog) wasn’t present between us. At least, not from my side.
b) I met many of his friends. 1 Chinese man soon become 17. Our venues ranged from KU Bar (lacking in talent of any sort) and GAY Late (full of talent and actually quite a find. Most certainly a better option than GAY Bar and GAY Club. I can safely say I’ve found the best of the brand here.
c) Met a Restaurant Manager who is, in my humble opinion, attractiveness personified. Dark hair, a slight rough overtone of facial hair, well dressed and a fit body. Not that I’m shallow or anything. Needless to say, confidence in full force I asked if he was Italian (because he thought he might be and yes, I now realise what a shoddy chat up line that might have appeared to be). A conversation later we exchanged numbers. Hopefully, a date will ensue this Monday. Let’s hope this one if free of ex/stupid wanker problems. A simple relationship is much desired.
d) In the Chinese Harem I was able to meet some genuinely nice and interesting guys. Was also invited to a ‘Eurovision’ evening with them the following night. That’s precisely where I drew the line. Ooh Ahh Just a little bit, Ohh Ahh a little bit more.

Friday night was ruined a little because:

a) It was raining like never before and I was without umbrella.
b) The Chinese guy asked me if I wanted to go back to his at the end if the night and I refused. Consequently, I hope we are able to remain friends and this is definitely a friendship to maintain Methinks.
c) I still don’t quite know how to ‘grind’. For me, at the onset of a man’s leg between my own on the dance floor, I can only giggle. It’s really quite embarrassing. With the Chinese guy it was a case of two steps in (him) and two steps out(me).

The positives do outweigh the negatives however.

And J’s comment about all Chinese men having small penises didn’t particularly help. Would I ever dump somebody on those grounds and be honest about it? I doubt it. I guess I’m just too nice. I suppose it’s better not to get yourself into the situation where you’d have to manhandle (or try to) a small princess. Those things are best left alone.