SPRING BREAKERS VISIT

One of my friends from high school and I had made plans to fly to Dublin for St. Pat’s this year… before I up and decided to study abroad in London. So plans got tweaked and she flew over on the 11th and stayed with TZ and at a hostel I booked in London. We spent almost a week just seeing the sights in Londontown and then roomie’s best guy friend from home came to see her too!

So roomie and I took my friend out on the town that first night. Start London off with a drink is our motto! It was student nite at the Walkabout off Leicester Square. We almost always go there despite class/work the next day. It is always an amazing time! Immediately my friend met a guy there she absolutely fell in love with! She thought he was so genuine and sweet. While I spent the night makingout with random boys, my friend ended up going out around London with this guy she fell for. They spent up into the early morning looking at the stars and talking. How sweet! It was cool to talk to her all about it. The next day we went to Covent Garden and walked around. We went to Sports Cafe because two of the schools represented by us here were playing each other during March Madness and Sports Café is the only place that you can see American games. Bear came with roomie and was really rude by not talking to anyone but roomie… weird.

For the weekend, roomie and I took our friends all around for touristing, something I really havent done any of. We had a great time just wandering about. We all did the London Eye, which I did the year before when I was in London with my family over Christmas. It was fun all the same and then we took them to Wagamamas – best food EVER!!!! We did Tower of London on Sunday but then… the week + class + work started. Roomie and I hadclass on Monday. So our visitors went to see Buckingham palace and the changing of the guards. They had a good time and we all met up for dinner, and then went out to Angel and met up with TZ.

Tuesday thru Thursday I alway have my internship so my friend had to fend for herself during the day, but we still got together for evenings – saw Phantom of the Opera in the West End!!! It now TOPS my list of favorite musicials! It bumped Les Misérables and Wicked down a notch each! Then Wednesday we went to Walkabout again – but left early because my friend and I had to catch an early flight to Dublin the next day.

DUBLIN

Dublin was also a stop my family made last Christmas before our final destination (Killarney, IRE). So I’m pretty familar the area. I made sure we stopped at Trinity College to see the Book of Kells and by the Molly Malone statue etc… We had a blast playing tourists. We spent the first night roaming around the Temple Bar and actually ending up at a place called The Temple Bar listening to live music and drinking Guinness. My friend kept getting hit on by men as old as our dads… creepy! But eventually we met some (sadly, americans) students there and talked to them. Pretty sure this random Mike and I would’ve hit it off a bit better if it wasnt such a family atmosphere. lol. like those two men!!! Oh!!! so right up by the musicians, who are playing all my favorite irish traditional drinking songs, which i knew all the words too… anyway, up by them are these two old men (prolly into their late 80s) sitting and enjoying their music and Guinness… they were ADORABLE!!! It was like 1am and they were still sitting there singing along and toasting each other!

The following night was St Pat’s and my friend and I wandered (again) thru the Temple Bar but this time we had two of her friends from university back in the states with us. They were studying just outside of Edinburgh, Scotland for the semester. The parade that day was weird so we just hung out and drank Guinness. I’ve always loved the beer but I am more of a hard-liquor person than beer so one will keep me for ages… hence why i was sober all of St Pat’s day. It was still tons of fun tho. We watched a bartender leap over a bar, put a guy in a headlock and drag him outside. We had the funniest cab driver give us a play-by-play on a barfight that was happening just in the street in front of our cab… everything! it was awesome!

My friend got herself an honorary star (or two) on our makeout map. *wink*

BIRTHDAY

The night before my official bday, my friend who was visiting bought all my drinks at The Angel where we went with the City Uni boys. It was her last night in town. We got absolutely smashed on Aftershocks! I’ve no f’ing clue how I got home – I don’t remember it at all! Actually I do remember putting on my coat to leave the bar. I know I had to take the bus from Angel to Trafalgar and wait for the N97 there to Cromwell Rd…. I don’t remember any of that. I cant believe I made it. I think I remember getting off the bus on Cromwell… but? I do remember waking up the next day at 8am stark naked on my bed with my clothes literally chucked all over the room. Roomie slept at Bear’s that night thank god!

My birthday itself was awesome! Although the boys back home all forgot it. dicks. oh well. Roomie was a doll and got me a card and a potted plant…. Who gives a potted plant for your 20^th birthday??? Whatever. So roomie, Chicago, and Kris took me out for dinner at Med Kitchen that night and I got mmmm spagetti!!! and we had gelato cake!!! Actually dinner was amazing fun. I had such a blast. It was just roomie, Kris, chicago, and I bc alot of people were really busy and even more were not talking to each other and couldn’t be bothered to come. No prob! We ate, drank, and acted like children! Kris started us on melting the plastic straws from our alcoholic drinks in the candle on the table bc the alcohol in the straw would make them pop and sizzle and it was really exciting. Our waiter was such a dumbass. Seriously! First of all, chicago asked if we could get a pitcher of tap water and he was confused by the pitcher idea. Then they were always bringing out 3 plates and then lastly – as if forgotten – the last one . When he brought out the cake he helps sing to me and walks away w/o giving us any plates or forks for the cake. So we are sitting there trying to figure out if he went to get some or forgot… and we start eating the chocolate walls of the cake that keeps the gelato in a cake shape… so the cake begins to melt. He comes by when we call him and goes “OH! You’re cake! It’s melting!” We’re like yea… so the forks and plates please? He returns with 3forks and 3plates and leaves… there are four of us… We finally get his attention again and get another set. Finally, toward the end we just played with the straws until he gave us our check (w/o us asking for it so he must have seen us playing around with the flame…). So we finally leave and roomie walks smack into the glass door. She says she thought was open. It was hilarious. The moment she walked into the door chicago doubles over in laughter and slams his fist on the other door making an even louder thud than roomie did, and the whole restaurant turns and looks at us. We seemed such drunks we were falling all over laughing so hard.

So there is this little old lady sitting next to us on the train to Inverness. She’s adorable. I don’t know if old people are supposed to be adorable but she is. She has the cutest accent and asked us if we were twins. “No” we responded. “Sisters?” “No, just friends, but we get asked that every once in a while.” “Oh, well you’re both very beautiful.”

So late last night (sarcasm), roomie and I went to bed early @ 10pm– we’re very proud of that. To our happiness we returned to an empty room at the hostel again. It’s a room for 12 but once again we were the only ones in it. We immediately went to bed thinking lovingly of all of the beautiful hours of sleep we were going to get (ha! as if with that smell of weed!). All was well and quiet until heavy breathing woke me up. Now usually both roomie and I are heavy sleeper after a night of drinking, which that night had been. It was 2am and the “Jumbo” bed was rocking. It was creaking very loudly and moaning soon followed. Yes! 2 people shared this small top bunk with one shitty flat pillow and sheets the colour of a dirty Barney. How romantic! OK, needless to say the moaning continues followed by “baby oh baby.” Soon they got louder and louder, “fuck me! Baby oh baby! Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh fuck!” The girl’s constant moaning was high, breathy, and annoying as hell… just like that damn energizer rabbit it just never stopped. He was relatively quiet I thought, but then again that could just be because I was so pissed at how loud she was. So this continues for a really really really long time. I try the whole time to get back to sleep, but they are just so loud! I hear shifting beneath my bed… Thank God roomie is awake too! Soon the moans and talking become interspersed with French. It made me wonder. All I can figure is that at least one of them is not native to France because otherwise why used English at all? They both spoke French, but not the whole time. But I digress…. Soon we hear the annoying kiss smacking sound followed by some French words which I was happy I could not understand. Then they stopped and the bed goes quiet, and I suddenly have this glimmer of hope that I will get to sleep.

So when they started speaking in French I was actually relieved. I know French – well i learned in in high school but I dont know it well, not at all. So I was a little relieved because I wouldn’t know what they were saying. Well, either my high school teacher taught me more than I thought or they were sticking to very crude basic conversational French. Sure I can speak French but “me baisais” (fuck me) is pretty easy to understand. Then he goes “Je tres fatigue…” (I am very tired) very quietly. “You’re tiring me” with a short quiet laugh. “I should go.” ”Non,” she says, “ne sorti pas” I laugh to myself. Her tone compared to his… suggests he may have been satisfied during their fun… but she had not yet reached that point…. She wanted him to stick around til she did. So they go at it for a bit more. Then the guy asked if she liked him in English and she didn’t really answer I don’t think he thought she fully understood because he then asked in French “Tu m’aime…?” (You like me…?) “Que? Quoi?” (What? Why?) “Parce que nous….” (Because we…) and he drifts off mid-sentence, but then in english again, “Do you like me?” She is silent. He asks again, “Do you like me? It’s a yes or no. That’s all I need.” She moans but doesn’t really answer. Then he insists on an answer one more time, and she goes, “uhuhmmm.” Now any girl knows that answer is most definitely NO but guys are a little less intelligent. So I’m thinking why the hell is she having sex with him and she doesn’t even like him. Oh, it gets worse.  “Do you like me?” he repeats. Finally she responds, “You’re the one who crawled into my bed. I don’t even know you!” At this point he seems to have kinda gotten the message and seems to be crawling out of bed to leave. “Non, ne me sorti pas.” (No, don’t leave me.) “Quoi?” (Why?) “Don’t leave.” At this point – dissed by the girl he’s just had sex with I felt him notice Christy and my presence in the room – directly across from their bunk. Fear strikes me. Yes fear, I know how silly that sounds. I had wanted to say “Shut up! Trying to sleep here.” For a while, but I had this sudden image in my mind of him striding over to our bunks and brandishing a knife. It was a shady hostel. Too sketch. I actually feared him. I mean if he’s just climb in bed with some random girl once… So here I am a complete chicken fearing for my safety (and plotting our escape: I thought of the fact that if he did come over, my bed was just at the right height that I could swing my legs over and kick him in the face and then we could run for the hall. Sad isn’t it. I think the weed got to me.) when I hear the bed creaking meaning that he was climbing back into bed again. Back in bed leads to more of that annoying fake sounding moaning from that damn girl again. Thank God for roomie. “Will you two shut the fuck up!? Some of us have to get up in 3 hours!” (I think that’s what she said.)

Now they were shocked (I think) that we were still awake but they went quiet… for about 10 minutes. Then they just moaned quieter. Yes, I do believe 10 minutes was just about how long they were quiet. Then it was more, although a bit quieter, “Je te fais dans…” and ”Dieu!!” etc… and more heavy breathing of course. Omg. I’m trying to sleep! Honestly, at the time when I first initially woke up to these sounds I thought it was kinda funny and just another proof how just how sketch this hostel was. But add to that my allergies and all you have is a very fed up girl who wants some damn sleep! I was sooo grateful that roomie spoke up because it meant I didn’t have to. I eventually got some zzz’s as I lay there pretending it wasn’t happening. All I know is there was roomie suddenly punching me awake this morning “girl! My alarm didn’t go off! It’s 10:30!” or something like that. So now we are sitting aboard the train to Inverness en route to Loch Ness and writing our story on the adverts in the newspaper.

Well…. We made it safely to Edinburgh, Scotland by plane last night. The place here (BackPackers Hostel) is pretty damn sketch what with its crazy painted walls and counted steps (all the way up to the 5th floor where the hostel is). Then there is that smell. I seriously think roomie and I are getting high off the smell. This whole place reeks so thoroughly of weed I keep thinking that if I turn the wrong corner in the corridor I’ll be face-to-face with 50 people all lit up. So anyway. Roomie and I had the “J” room all to ourselves last night. Today there is someone else too. We have our own lockers – named after our beds: Jungle (me) and Jeopardy (roomie).

Today we woke up early. Me at 7ish, because it was frickin freezing as hell! I lost all the blood in 2 toes (but they came back as they always do. damn raynauld’s disease). We had left the window open last night in hopes of airing out the room a bit… it worked a bit. All I know is before we entered the building I had no problems with my allergies and since then… I cant shake this damn headache and my nose has gone insane.

But we left nice and early and walked around a bit. Sainsburys for b-fast and then walked towards the Edinburgh Castle. We got confuded looking for the Vistors Center and ended up going to the National Gallery for a bit. I got a bit pissed at roomie for all this. I dont know. She’s kind’ve a pain to travel with. I dont like to plan out every minute of my day and she does. I was kind’ve a child sulking til we left the National Gallery. Then we went to check out the castle. Take away the red phone booths, nice toliets, and signs and it looks just like you stepped back in time. The coolest part about it in my opinion was the view. The castle itself overlooks the entire spread of the city. I love it! Then we went to walk the Royal Mile again and stopped at the Fudge Kitchen – best place in the world!!! mmmm belgium choc and vanilla swirl…. After those sweets roomie and I went to The World’s End Pub (which roomie knows the story of and I forgot already) where I had a very normal meal of burger and chips. Then we popped over to Princes St. for shopping… Lost roomie in Jenners, which is frickin huge… We were supposed to meet up by the knitting at the cashpoint… but somewhere between the foodhall and the 8 millions stairways and lifts we missed each other. It was rather eventful.

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Excerpt from conversation with one of my friend’s boyfriends back home – what a sweetheart! girl, you picked a good one!
Me: i couldnt remember fot hte lifh of me
Me: wow my spellig sucks
Him: are you drunk
Him: and with boys with bad teeth
Me: no not drunk
Me: and i have only met guys from britain with good teeth
Him: ok good
Him: i worry about you two
Him: when you get a little liquor in you, the guys with bad teeth look like the ones with good teeth
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So over the next few days a lot happened. Scotland was beautiful! Roomie and I spent 2 days in Edinburgh but also traveled to Loch Ness and Glasgow. We seriously had a blast, but I definately missed out on sleep.

The days were awesome. We traveled a lot by train and saw castles and touristy things, earned an addiction at that fudge shop (amazing… seriously), and got lost quite a bit. Loch Ness was beautiful. Roomie and I left for it late in the day (didnt sleep much the night before… see “Officially the Worst Sleep Ever”) and thus we arrived at Urquhart Castle and Loch Ness after the Castle and grounds closed for the day, but it was still an amazing sight becuase we were there at sunset. So we ended up walking the few miles back to the nearest town to catch a bus. It was quite the adventure.

We wokeup earlier for Glasgow and spent the day just wandering through the major sites and saw the Moscow City Ballet Co perform Romeo & Juliet (never been a fan of the play, but the ballet was cool). Roomie and I got into a huge fight during the 2nd intermission but patched things up on the way home. I’m still a bit mad tho. She always plans everything and nothing I suggest is ever good enough…. Other than that there was just a lot of sightseeing around Edinburgh.

The most adventure really was at the hostel. omg. My allergies were soooo horrible after staying there! I have a major headcold now. It sucks. Seriously though the place reeked of weed. I kept waiting to find some in my bed it was that strong. Honestly I havent slept more than my dozing on the trains and an hour here or there at the hostel in the past 5 nights. I’m exhausted. The first night the smell kept me awake plus the window (right by my feet) was open to air out the room so i froze! The second night Christy and I went to bed at 10pm but were woken up at 2am to the horrible sound of two people having sex. So yea. that was great. My mom laughed her ass off when I told her about it. I personally didnt think it was that funny at the time, but in retrospect it is quite amusing. The following night we got back pretty late and all the beds were full. Unfortunately, 3 men snored really loudly and the loudest one’s head was right next to mine.

The last night I just couldnt sleep my allergies were so bad. I was starting to wonder if you really could get high off weed even if you dont smoke it. Seriously though… allergies at their worst so feeling pretty shitty right now. Not to complain too much of course (yea, that’s sarcasm)

Otherwise it was a total blast. I cant wait for this weekend. My dad is coming to visit! I think we’re going to go see Phantom in the West End bc I’ve never ever seen it (with exception of the movie). Hopefully my cold will be gone by then. Actually, hopefully it will be gone by tomorrow because roomie and I have a presentation to do for Marketing. I am a headcase right now. I’m sick and congested (therefore grumpy) but on top of that my ears didnt pop on the plane so I am half deaf and cant hear anything (so of course everyone is making fun of me because I never realise I am talking 10x louder than I should be.) Oh well. Prolly should get to my homework.

Moral of the story: Stay away from hostels. You can get a hotel for $4-10 more and it will be 30x better.

heyheyhey! Well… since I am sitting down here in the computer lab waiting for my roomie to return I thought I’d start the next update. Yes, I am currently locked out of the room. It’s because I lost that damn key remember? And I honestly just don’t want to go to the front desk to find out it’ll be like £50 to replace it. So the last few days have been awesome. I mean ‘wicked’ – they just don’t use awesome here, at all. I found the best place in the world is Hyde Park. Running there is soo amazing. I dont even know how to describe it except AMAZING! It is so beautiful. Honestly, I was running yesterday and I just felt so completely apart of London that I can imagine living anywhere else. I’m moving here after graduation. I don’t even get those “Holy Crap! We’re in LONDON!!!” feelings anymore. It’s like I’ve always been here.

Last night… So I’m absolutely horrid at waking up on time. Every night I go to bed saying – I will wake up at 9 or 10 and around noon I wakeup. So my day consisted of a run followed by getting ready for the night. Roomie and I then went to Piccadilly to drop off her extra phone and get dinner at The King Arms – very good burgers. So yea, then we met up with TZ and another of the City boys. We felt horrible because we had told them to get something to eat because we were taking so long – we’d get food on the way. Well, apparently they had really wanted to take us to this little Indian food place! Sorry! Granted it was prolly all for the better for me because I would prolly have to eat something else because Indian food has lots of weird spices and nuts and stuff, right? It’d suck to have an allergic reaction just because I can’t understand them speaking – everyone here has really strong accents. Instead we waited for the boys to come pick us up from the Tube station and we stopped off at Burger King for the guys to get some food. Then it was off to City Uni to see TZ’s place.

Wow! The City flats are stricter than the boys’ dorms back home! (I visited TZ last yr at them) You have to check guests in before 10pm and out before midnight. Well, guess it is better than our place: no guests at all. TZ’s room is sweet though. He has it all to himself plus his own bathroom. We hung out there for the night. The rest of the City boys joined us and we shared a bottle of wine and then a bottle of vodka. For the record, my roomie said, “hun, I’m cutting you off at 4 shots.” And wouldn’t you be proud of me – despite the persistent KK, I stuck to my four and even spaced them out – so I was only slightly buzzed by the time we went home. We had a blast just sitting around chillin with the guys. Hanging with them in a dormlike room reminded me a lot of nights in back at home sitting around drinking in the dorms. Minus the video games. We just sat around and talked. Sure, everyone picked on me – reminisce of college in the states – but for my very low tolerance of alcohol. It’s ok though. Don’t worry. I am limiting myself. I’ve only been drunk 2x since being here. lol.

Later, when it was time to go the City boys walked us all the way to the bus stop and saw us onto our bus. The wrong bus, but no matter. They still were incredibly sweet. It was funny actually – whenever we get together with those City boys it always ends up KK and Rich and roomie talking and then TZ and I talking. Not to complain – we both love all the boys – but I barely know KK or Rich and she barely knows TZ. I think next time we see them we’ll switch it up a bit. Naturally the guys just gravitate toward the usual I think. TZ especially seems to do that. I think it is because we have soo much in common (same high school, hs classes, teachers, even friends, and similar majors and goals and values) but we never really spoke ’til last year. He is such a funny guy. I love talking to him. He wants me to set him up – but honestly… I wouldn’t know where to look. I don’t know many girls here – especially one who would have so much in common and stuff to talk about with him. Ugh. I’ve always been just a so-so matchmaker. Nothing to write home about. We talked about a lot of things last night as a group. Discussed classes, traveling, things to do in London, porn shops, injuries, and my personal favorite: guys making the first move. All the boys talked about being shut down once in the past and therefore not wanting to get crushed again. My roomie and I have had these discussions before. Honestly, why should we have to make the first move? They never do. Well, when guys do it always seems they forgot to check and make sure that the girl likes them first. What a discussion. lol. A little too short for my taste. I think we need to talk a little further on that topic. Those boys need girl advice! They are absolute perfect guys and any girl is lucky to be with them but they lack the confidence that they really can get any girl. Granted they do need to go after the single ones but really all it takes is initiative on their end and guaranteed if you met them (YES im talking to YOU, the girl reading this) you would really find them charming, and great boyfriend material. It’s a bummer they are so young.

TZ and I talked all the way back to the bus stop then. About everything really. Travel was huge. He wants to get a small group of us, maybe the City Boys, my roomie, and I to travel together. Do a big trip – he was talking Morocco for quite a bit. It sounds awesome but £££? Otherwise Russia. Or to do a trip that hits Budapest, Prague, and Vienna – now that’s exactly what I want to do. I gave up a trip just like that last year because it cost too much. Now I’m regretting it majorly. It was nice to find out I’m not the only one who just wants to finish school as quickly as possible to move here and get right onto that career.

Cheers!

TXTS…

12:12pm me: Still up for something tomorrow? Any idea what the plans are?
6:27pm M: I havent got a clue 2 be honest, I think bear is sortin everything out.

Well let me see, what to say… my roommate is currently sleeping – completely passed out halfdressed on her bed. Her laptop is still on and it appears she just drifted off in the middle of a game of spider solitare. No, she didnt drink too much. I believe she stuck to just a very strong glass of wine and a snakebite (mmm amazing drink).Hang on. Let me turn off the light so she doesnt wake up again. It is, after all, like 2am.

Okay, so then the night in review. Friday night we didnt go out (I know! A friday!) but we were tired and had been up til 4am or 5am almost every night before. So last night a few of us girls went out for fish and chips. We rode the Tube to Hammersmith, but decided to take the scenic route and miss the correct train as many times as possible. Paddington station is quite nice – think those Paddington Bear books – we passed through there 6 times. We finally got to Hammersmith to find that most places close down their food serving at 8pm… and it was 9. Finally found a place called Lloyd’s Bar – awesome place – loved the fish but not the chips (well worth the 3pounds!) and the atmosphere rocked! We had to leave though because one of the girls left her key in her room, and we wanted to get that before her roommates went out for the night and locked her out.

One of my friends from high school is studying here in London too this semester. He is at City Uni – in the North part of the city. He called saying he and friends were looking to hang out. I figured well, there were four of us girls and four of them boys…. Well, they took the bus to Kensington only to find that the pubs such as Queen Ann and Gloucester Arms responded ’sorry mate, but we’re closing at 11.’ I still cant get used to bars and pubs closing at 11pm. That’s so crazy! So we bummed about for a while trying to find an open bar without a cover charge. Regent Street – a shopping area I have become very familar with in my struggle to find boots – was where we ended up. Luckily we had Rich.I’ve known TZ since high school, though we just became friends first year of college through our poker games. Ty is awesome – such a classy guy. Actually, they were all outstanding gents. but TZ is so genuine and caring. He loves to travel and actually has done a lot of it with his family, which means I can always ask him my questions about different places. I love stories about travel. KK is a friend of his from college (back in the states) who is studying with him over here in London. Another of the boys Rich – who the guys thought could pull off the look of Prince Harry- was a little younger. I think he sorta does look like Prince Harry: red hair. freckles, english accent… but a little cuter than Harry if you can imagine that. Rich is a quieter first-year student at City Uni. and isn’t actually from London but from a little rural town in the center of England. He has a semester more worth of knowledge than anyone else in the group so he led the way everywhere.
Hangon. Roomie is doing that weird funny breathing thing one of my old roomies used to do. It isnt snoring – just like she cant take a big enough breath. Ha! The pillow did the trick. I swear it is the perfect cure – just hit them lightly on the head with a pillow and they stop. Much better. To continue…

So eventually with Rich’s guidance we found The Old Explorer – just a sidestreet off of Regent. We made our way through the pub which was not too crowded, thank God, and went downstairs. We found this really cool alcove red room that we all sat in. It seemed small but we had tons of space. Everyone got drinks – I had my usual snakebite but I stuck to one. I tried TZ’s Stella which is a lighter beer – it’s pretty good. We talked about our experiences thus far here in London.

Unfortunately, The Old Explorer, while it didnt close at 11, it did close at midnight. So we left when they finally kicked us out around 1am. We then walked all around trying to find the right bus to take us home. While we walked we spent time talking to each of the different guys. I spent most of my time catching up with TZ – it’d been awhile since we’d talked. And of course I talked to Rich for a while – until he and I turned down one street (he was leading the slightly ineberiated group) and they didn’t follow us and we had to chase them down. I didn’t really talk to KK at all – he was quite fascinated by everything my roomie had to say (wink!) But he seemed really nice.

We talked about where we have been in London and what we wanted to do and see. But the cool thing was, TZ and KK were talking about getting all dressed up in suits and going to the Ritz hotel for wine and dancing. They asked if my roomie and I wanted to come! Anyways, we are planning that one out. All the boys kept inviting us to do things all around with them and experience London. They were both just so respectful and truly interested in studying and being a Londoner and not just a tourist.

They are all really sweet genuine guys. They didn’t need to, but they came all the way to Gloucester Rd anyway to find us to hangout. I can’t remember opening a single door for myself the whole night. Of course, at the time I never really thought about it. It just seemed natural. You can tell they have been raised well. These boys were all dressed nice in nice pants, oxford shirts, clean shaven… They were just such gentlemen. At the end of the night, they wandered the streets with us in search of the right bus home for us – even though they live in the opposite direction. They wanted to take the bus with us back to Kensington and walk us back to our place, but we told they didnt need too. Still! how incredibly sweet is that?!

So here are the distinctions:

We have the College boys- Tall, Chicago, Hippie and Ash. All very nice guys but taken as a package, they can be very immature and loud. It’s fun hanging out with them but carrying on a conversation when they are in a group is almost impossible. They quote movies for laughs and unappropriate comments that show just how immature they really are. For example, friday night I decided to call my mom but had to sit on the stairwell to talk on my mobile because my roomie was in bed. I was sitting on the top step when they got back from the bars/pubs at midnight. Tall yells out as he sees me “She’s pointing at her boobies! She’s pointing at her boobies!” and I go, “Tall! I’m talking to my MOM!” and he goes, “Well, she is!!!” Of course my mom is listening to all this and just dying of laughter. but still. the only sweet one was Ash who walked up last and seemed a little embarrassed about Tall’s behavior and goes, “Say hi to your mom for me.” (you should know for background: Ash went to a high school near mine and his mom and mine know each other well through a women’s service league).

Then we have the ‘City’ boys-TZ, KK, and Rich. One word. Gentleman.
Honestly, it comes to them without thinking about it. Its effortless and sweet. You know they have been acting this way their entire life. You don’t notice you’re being treated like a princess until you just left them and you look back at the night just smiling to yourself and feeling pretty important. They had a genuine care about what you are doing and your goals in life. They felt like our escorts around the beautiful city of London. In a way, it kinda reminds me of how our parents all are when they go out and stuff. It is just the way being polite and caring are ingrained into them.

The ‘English’ boys- Bear, M, and friends. They are gents, but in a different way then the City Boys. They are older, and you can tell this because they have jobs and deadlines to meet. They are responsible, knowing what they can and cannot do that week. But they have this flare about them. When you hang out with them you feel completely comfortable. You never feel like you need to impress them because they are already quite fasinated with everything you say. It is the feeling like they have been your friends forever! You know you are going to laugh until your stomach hurts whenever you see them. It feels like “old times” with them; everything is exciting but very comfortable. Although we just met them, my roommate and I felt completely safe and at home. You know they would stand up and fight for you although they had just met you.

Question for you all!! Which guy or guys do you FANCY the most??? We would like to know. (don’t base on pictures!)

Cheers!