Clubs and Fate

Brian is now officially a very unhappy camper. Fate and I have never really been friends. Well I should say when it comes to my love life we have never been friends. There is this pattern of teasing me with quality guys and then taking them out of the picture because of circumstances. And now, once more, in true form Fate has done it again. You see I went this whole time in London, and while I met some very cool guys, like the Greek for instance, there were none that I would really date. I was beginning to think that despite the number of hot guys here, that the possibility of actually having a monogamous long term relationship was slim. And then I met Craig. We had apparently talked before but nothing came of it. Then a coupel weeks ago I was talking to this guy I know from my gym, and he invited me out with his friends for one of his friends birthday. When I said I would love to go he showed my profile to the guy whose birthday it was and he recognized me. So when I went out with them for his birthday it was the first time I saw him. Well first let me say I loved his photos because he has these beautiful green eyes. I know most people are into blue, but everyone in my family has blue eyes so I have always melted for green eyes. So that night I hung out with them first at a bar and then a dance club. Everyone else left until it was just the two of us, and then....he walked me home in the rain. My home, by the way is nowhere close to where we were. At first we were just walking together to the bus stop, but then we just kept walking further until maybe an hour later we arrived at my door. There was of course of very nice good night kiss. Of all the time I have spent in London I have to say that hour is probably the best. And also for the record where I live is nowhere close to where he lives, so he had to trek even further to get home. In case you were wondering, no I did not invite him in. I never invite someone in the first time if I care what they think of me. I dont know if this really entertains any of you, but I am using this post as a little therapy. Who needs a psychiatrist when you can have a blog? Just so long as you dont mind sharing your issues with anyone who can google. Oh, I forgot the bad part in this. So I saw Craig on sunday night, although I was with other people, and now I have found out that that was the last time I will see him. He is visiting his family this weekend and he and the friend from my gym are going to New York and will get back the day after I leave for Spain. And I will only be in London for 24 hours from the time I get back to Spain before I head back to the US for good. And so now you see why I am upset. I have met this potentially wonderful guy with beautiful eyes who is a great kisser and willing to walk with me for an hour in the rain, and Im not going to see him again. Or what's even worse, I could see myself coming back and him having a boyfriend. Guys like him dont stay single long. Anywho, on to happier tidings.

So finally, at the end of my trip I made it to DTPM. For the non-Londoners, DTPM is a polysexual club night held every Sunday night at a club called Fabric in London. I had never been able to go because I always had to get up Monday morning and go to court with my barrister. Well thanks to Easter all the courts were closed yesterday, so I finally made my debut at DTPM. Not only that, I made it on the guest list so there was no need to pay the 10 pound cover (this is pretty standard cover in London). So how to describe this place. First impression was huge and like a maze. If I had not received a tour when I first walked in, I would so have gotten lost. This place has two dancefloors on the ground floor, a loft seating area/dance floor, another second floor dance floor, and a cave like seating area just off one of the ground floor dance floors. Not to mention the warren of hallways and stairs that connect all these areas. And when they said polysexual, they werent kidding. For the first time I actually saw numerous lesbians at a gay dance club. Some of whom were topless. Not to mention the large number fo straight couples. And then among the gay men there were both the muscle guys and the twinks. It was the ultimate in mixed crowds, a little bit of everything. I applaud the straight men who went who are willing to dance next to shirtless guys who look like models. The music was good at first too. I liked the first DJ alot. The second one I wasnt as thrilled about. But for sure I can see why it is some people's favorite club night in London.
Im sure other things happened but this turned out to be long enough. And for ARod - I will be back in the US in time to get measured for my tux so dont worry about that. And Sara, I shall try and call him.

Musical Chocolate

So I was getting on the underground this morning when I noticed this movie poster. It was for one of those stupid movies I have no desire to see, but I noticed these little word bubbles on it with names of bands. So on the soundtrack for this movie are songs by Pink Floyd, the Rolling Stones, another famous rock group I am now forgetting, and....Patsy Kline. Talk about the most random of mixes. How on earth did Patsy Kline, of whom I am a fan, get on a soundtrack with old rock groups. I mean Mick Jagger is almost as old as Patsy Kline (she is dead now though), but still. Talk about two totally different genres. And speaking of crazy music moments, I was in Brussels this weekend and there I was having dinner at a pub/cafe listening to the spanish music they were playing when suddenly the music changed too...Gangster's Paradise by Coolio. It took me all the way back to when I was in the seventh grade. That and Waterfalls by TLC were the two big songs. I wonder if anyone would have know about the movie Dangerous Minds if it wasnt for that song. Or maybe its the other way around, who knows. But who expects to hear that song while eating in Brussels of all places.
In other news, I have now learned that Godiva overcharges for its chocolate in the states. Since I was in Brussels I of course had to check out the famous Belgian chocolates. And of course I was informed that Godiva was rather bland and that there were much better chocolatiers. And when I told them how much their chocolates cost in America (more than $2/piece for the G collection), they were aghast. And so was I when I went into Pierre Marcolini, a better and even higher end chocolate shop and it was cheaper. Emphasis on cheaper, cause it most certainly isnt cheap. Imagine a boutique shop for chocolate. There was a wall where you could buy squares of all the different kinds of chocolate and they has a clear plastic display for each of them showing what they look like and what is in them. There was also an oval table with several glass cases on it, each with one of their products displayed. I bought one of those as a gift, and now it is sitting in my apt tempting me to eat it. But I will resist. To help I bought some of the squares, so its not like I am totally without.
Also I must report on the Consortium drama. Well actually I have been hanging out mostly with people outside the program so I must admit I am a little out of the loop when it comes to the goings on. But as some of you know my earlier reporting got me in trouble and actually resulted in the person I reported on no longer speaking to me. I assumed he hated me, but then today, like a ray of light through the clouds he actually talked to me. I was a little taken aback at first because it was totally out of the blue, but it was not unwelcome. So maybe he didnt hate me afterall. Either that or since the end is near he decided to forgive me. I guess I dont get to play the role of villian anymore.
I also am now officially very poor, so I am takng donations to the sustain Brian's life in Europe fund. All contributions will go to making sure I have food and a place to stay between now and the time I fly home. We will see how good I am at stretching what little I have if I dont receive any donations. It is a worthy cause. You will be saving a life...mine. I would hate to starve to death in London. Sadly since I am not British I cant take part in any of their benefits so they wont give me welfare. So until next time, may I have food and shelter til then.