Hello everyone!
This morning I wasn’t sure about the title of my post. It sort of evolved as I was writing. I hope you like it!
And what’s been happening last week? Not much work wise. I’ve still to do the videos for the landing page. To do them I need to be in the right frame of mind, and I wasn’t. But I’ll do them today or tomorrow.
As my love life was so bad in the recent years, this week I thought about where I was going wrong. Consequently I’ve closed the door on dating the younger guys. Never again. I’ve stopped seeing Tomas last week as he just wasn’t a man enough for me- and it wasn’t only because of his age. He wasn’t acting and reacting like someone I could rely on. Give him five more years and he’ll be perfect.
He ended it between us back in November and even then it felt like a right thing to do. But this time there was no pain, just a relief. He was too new to the country, too inexperienced in life to offer anything substantial.
Me, Monika and a few friends went to Floridita on Friday. We met some guys that were personal trainers, and I fancied one of them, Chris. He turned out to be Polish, 26 and, well, absolutely gorgeous. He didn’t have a hint of Polish accent, acted and talked very English. We didn’t swap the numbers as he was busy chatting to other girls all night, but Monika took his number at the end of the night. We texted all Saturday and met on Sunday, but he in fact contributed to my decision of closing the door on these young boys. His track record: he’s 26, lives with each girlfriend for about 4 months (moves in with them after about 2 weeks), he goes to sex parties, strip clubs and so on. Wow. And he acted very surprised when I didn’t want to ’hook up’ the next day, or the day after.
He would have been fun to keep on seeing, I admit as much. I fished out some chocolates on the way to the tube station to munch on, and he said: ’You’re horrible! You’re ruing all the hard work for me!’ (he’s a personal trainer and a body builder).
Spotting a stall holder near by selling tights, he asked if he could borrow a mannequins’ leg to hit me with as a thank you for the chocolates. And who said the romance was dead?
I’m by no means an angel and also had my share of dates over the past few years, very disappointed with what’s on offer in London. I think the reason I didn’t find anyone right for me was that I went for such young boys. No more. Not only am I staying single for quite a long time (till I run the successful social media business), but I won’t even consider someone under 28.
So, Chris walked me to the station and we said our good byes. I didn’t feel like a midnight kiss- for such a good looking guy, there was strangely no chemistry. Or perhaps I was still mourning Tomas, who knows.
Bye bye young boys, hello business! J
The weekend on the whole was lovely. Floridita on Friday, although I need to start going to Cuban on Sundays, I miss it so much. Then we went to a pub with a live music on Saturday and Fadil came to see me. Monika wasn’t happy he came- I mean, I know she doesn’t like anything to do with Ervin, and Fadil is his best friend. But she still has to respect the fact I have friends!
When I spoke to her the next morning, she was very upset with Fadil. I of course left at midnight in my Cinderella fashion; the rest of them stayed, Fadil included. Apparently, Fadil went to the toilet, leaving his designer jacket on the table for Monika to watch and it got stolen. Monika claimed she did not hear him telling her about the jacket. I believed her because she’s deaf in one ear, but she still acted out of order, ranting and raving about his stupidity. Not cool!
On Sunday, I went to a Slovak mass with Robo. It felt amazing to be in the church again. I realised with horror that that last time I heard the mass in Slovak language was before the mobile phones were invented, and way before face book. It was very embarrassing. I left it far too long!
It was a special mass with an English bishop overseeing our priests, so it was a rather long one with the translations. But as I was rather tired from all that weekend partying, I was glad to just close my eyes and listen. Bliss! I’d love to go to church regularly now that I have Sundays off.
Afterwards, we met Pali, a friend’s boyfriend and went for lunch all three of us. We had a beautiful stroll alongside the Thames, pass Tower Bridge and down to Catherine’s Docks with the boats moored in. We went to Dicken’s Inn, a beautiful place over 3 floors that sadly had a very disappointing food. The chicken was very undercooked. But the place itself could have easily been set in a ranch in Slovakia.
Lunch over, I headed out to meet Chris, the Polish guy from Friday. We met in Oxford Circus, I was fashionably late. And, well, I already wrote about it earlier J a nice, simple boy who made me close the door on all the young boys in this world. And for that I’m grateful.
