Saturday

Busy weekend this weekend as I lived the London Life:

Part 1

Flat hunting has finally yielded results. Am now a few weeks away from moving South Of The River with a friend of mine who I've possibly known the longest. Things have worked out well and, as the position currently stands, me and the The Goddess are planning our dinners and frantically job hunting.

She's somebody who can cook and clean, has a huge sex drive (although this characteristic is more practically wasted on me) and oozes confidence.

As a result I feel I can and intend on:

a) absorbing her energies

b) learning how really not to give a shit about what people say or think about me

c) making the best use of having a domestic goddess in the house. At least, that will make two of us. For I'm rather a dab hand in the kitchen, even If I do say so myself.

The Goddess is somebody who doesn't quite realise her market value out there in the dating community. There are very few men, here or abroad, straight, who would say no. Currently she has a boyF but I'm urging her to end it. You see, as a friend i see that she is mellowing herself to fit the man's love groove. Nope, I said..you shouldn't do that. You should be able to be yourself. God knows that wild streak is so darned hard to get back once it's gone.

Part 2

Cinema club - Atonement based on the Novel by Ian McEwan.

You know, for this film I had such high hopes. The highest! The hype..oh the hype. And the first third of the film had me pretty much spell bound. And then....I sort of lost it.

When watching a film it's important, in my opinion, to be able to follow a view point. Where this film fails, in my opinion, is in this respect. We never stay with a single character long enough to have any connection form between us. Without giving away the story, the person who atones isn't really the focus of the film when they really should be. As a result, I felt as though i were hanging in mid air. The film is stylish and well acted although I'll be damned if I think Miss Knightly deserves an Oscar for her limited role. The more I see her the more I realise that what we have in her is the female Hugh Grant.

Part 3

A friend's birthday party at Ruby Blue Club in Leicester Square.

The venue wasn't the plushest but I had a good time. Because I could dance and was surrounded by people who I liked. The birthday girl was plastered and insisted on grinding with me as her finance watched. Great!

And then the Bo-hos made an entrance. Now, I LOVE bohemian chicks and perhaps this is the reason I can't seem to control the spray of sexual rampage that often comes out of my mouth.

Ten minutes into our conversation and I'd managed, somehow, to ask whether they had been in an threesome and expressed sadness at being rejected by the orgy-organiser (see previous post).

'A kiss is just a kiss' said one of them. 'For fucks sake, it doesn't mean anything. Big deal. Get over it.' - She was talking about cheating and whether she would. I think the principle behind her conviction was that so many people allow something so small to come in the way of something so..well...big. I do agree with her I must say. Often the lust takes full charge and we're left with choices. Sleeping with somebody who isn't your partner whilst in the midst of a relationship isn't about trust or respect or love. It's about wanting to fuck somebody different before you return to your lover. And if you're both able to cut the ties after you've cum, then...I don't see the problem.

Anyways, before things got too heavy and we had to deal with all the emotional turmoil that often accompanies drunken women, another friend and I caught (it was a close call) the last tube home.