Ophelia

Ophelia and I went for dinner after what seemed to be forever. As usual, it was fun.

The Venue – Kaslik Lebanese Restaurant in Soho (Really nice affordable food in a distinct and unique setting).

The Drinks before and after – Guanabara (Brazilian bar/club in Covent Garden renowned for its exotic cocktails – made all the lovelier during the Happy Hour)

And after, drinks at GAY bar in Soho, surprisingly very cheap (£1.60 for a spirit and mixer). So we had two G n T’s as Ophelia boogied to le cheese musique and commented on finding two men kissing ‘sexy’ and ‘cute’. I knew there would be a girl like this somewhere. She also said that she’s quite like to pinch one man’s bottom.

Now, this is where we separate. Bums really do very little for me. Yes, shock horror, for me it’s all about the cock. I have never looked at a bum (male or female) and felt the need to kiss/lick/fuck/feel it. Ever. Does this make me odd? After all, there is most certainly more to gay sex than the bottom I imagine. It’s more about the male spirit. Don’t look at me like that.

As it happens, Ophelia talked with great anticipation about a wedding she is due to attend next weekend. It’s one of those grand affairs, you know, good food and impeccably dressed people.

On the subject of weddings, still have no idea why people insist on doing it. Wedding food is however something I am fully able to appreciate. You can all rest assured that if I ever do decide to do anything like marry, the food’ll be great.