The Hoe Disclaimer: I knew there would come a point when I would have to decide how honest I would be and how much of my life I would make make public (that's assuming that more 10 people will ever read this). I didn't really count on making that decision less than 2 weeks after arriving but a girl can only behave so long and most likely to my Mothers dismay, I am going to write about it (sorry Ma, you may want to skip this one)
Yesterday was Date #2 with the Barrister but before that I had lunch with Lawrence and one of his friends from school. We ate amazing and cheap India food and had a couple glasses of wine. When we finished at about 6, Lawrence and I decided to go to his favorite restaurant for a drink, afterall I had over an hour to kill so why not indugle in a drink called "the Zombie". This drink lives up to its name and I would never drink one by myself, its huge and the amount of liquor in it is really impressive or appalling depending who you ask. I was impressed only because it didn't taste like liquor and they served it with a shot in the middle that was on fire. The bartender was kind enough to also let me taste some booze that we don't have in the states....we all laughed about the idea that I had to now go on a date......
As usual I was running late, I can still get away with it since everyone assumes that I got lost. I met the Barrister under the signs of Picadilly Circus and we headed into Chinatown for dinner. He was all dressed up and I felt slightly bad for the buzz I had going on. Chinatown in London is exactly like any Chinatown in the US, lanterns and lights hanging from the streets and dead poultry in the windows of half the restaurants. Luckily our restaurant did not hang dead animals in the window. We sat overlooking the main street and ordered a bottle of wine and food. Like the other times, the conversation was great, not one moment of awkward silence. He told me that he had mentioned me to his friends and they all joked about him "pulling" (picking up) an American girl and asked for details. Over dinner we talked about our families, how we grew up, and some of the things we thought were important in work and friendships. It was generally a nice time, he paid and we headed to Soho to grab a drink.
We followed some dude into a place that had specials and free cover. The lounge was filled with couches and couples barely listening to the terrible house music the DJ played. We had a couple drinks and decided to leave after laughing at some chick dancing for a little too long (she was dancing like a maniac and laying on the floor, never to the beat of the music). As he hailed a cab he asked, "Your place or mine?" This didn't really need a response considering he has a bed that fits more than one person....
When we got back to his place, things escalated at the pace it should have. He stopped kissing me only to tell me how much he liked me and how he cute thought I was. Nice touch on his part. Accents and uniforms are my kryptonite and seeing as he has one of those down really well and I had a good amount of booze in me...the clothes came off pretty quickly. The good part is the Barrister is a giver....the bad part is the Barrister and I did not seem to be as good in bed together as we were becoming in everything else. I will admit I have taken my clothes off for worst people and enjoyed sex with people less but something was just off. Neither of us seemed to be on the same page. I have never really been insecure in that arena but as soon as it was over I had my doubts.
After a couple hours of it all (I can't say every moment wasn't up to par, he had his moments) we cuddled up to go to bed. I feel asleep to him rubbing my back. I woke up to him kissing me good morning and in my head I was pretty sure the sex was making me like him less until he told said "I really like waking up to you in the morning, you look adorable, Can I get you anything?" Like a sucker, I liked him some more and figured it was a fluke incident and maybe alcohol was to blame for the poor showing the night before.
But it wasn't. We layed in bed and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 4 or 5 hours. Things started up again and I decided to see if it was still awkward sober...it was. Not as awkward but still not what I thought it would be. This time I have no idea why, I don't even have an excuse. One thing is clear, although I am not exactly proud of this, it is very obvious that I am more experienced than the young Barrister.
We took a shower and went a grabbed coffee from Starbucks and said goodbye so he could go to class. He asked me out for friday. We are going to the Tower of London and then he's cooking me dinner.
At this point I have to decide how shallow I am going to be. I can chalk up the sex to nerves and first time awkwardness. Or I can break it off now because I don't want to deal with this whole situation. While I didn't come over here to get involved with anyone it has been kind of nice to be treated this well by a guy.
Maybe I will just let him cook for me and then decide depending on how good the food is.....
Yesterday was Date #2 with the Barrister but before that I had lunch with Lawrence and one of his friends from school. We ate amazing and cheap India food and had a couple glasses of wine. When we finished at about 6, Lawrence and I decided to go to his favorite restaurant for a drink, afterall I had over an hour to kill so why not indugle in a drink called "the Zombie". This drink lives up to its name and I would never drink one by myself, its huge and the amount of liquor in it is really impressive or appalling depending who you ask. I was impressed only because it didn't taste like liquor and they served it with a shot in the middle that was on fire. The bartender was kind enough to also let me taste some booze that we don't have in the states....we all laughed about the idea that I had to now go on a date......
As usual I was running late, I can still get away with it since everyone assumes that I got lost. I met the Barrister under the signs of Picadilly Circus and we headed into Chinatown for dinner. He was all dressed up and I felt slightly bad for the buzz I had going on. Chinatown in London is exactly like any Chinatown in the US, lanterns and lights hanging from the streets and dead poultry in the windows of half the restaurants. Luckily our restaurant did not hang dead animals in the window. We sat overlooking the main street and ordered a bottle of wine and food. Like the other times, the conversation was great, not one moment of awkward silence. He told me that he had mentioned me to his friends and they all joked about him "pulling" (picking up) an American girl and asked for details. Over dinner we talked about our families, how we grew up, and some of the things we thought were important in work and friendships. It was generally a nice time, he paid and we headed to Soho to grab a drink.
We followed some dude into a place that had specials and free cover. The lounge was filled with couches and couples barely listening to the terrible house music the DJ played. We had a couple drinks and decided to leave after laughing at some chick dancing for a little too long (she was dancing like a maniac and laying on the floor, never to the beat of the music). As he hailed a cab he asked, "Your place or mine?" This didn't really need a response considering he has a bed that fits more than one person....
When we got back to his place, things escalated at the pace it should have. He stopped kissing me only to tell me how much he liked me and how he cute thought I was. Nice touch on his part. Accents and uniforms are my kryptonite and seeing as he has one of those down really well and I had a good amount of booze in me...the clothes came off pretty quickly. The good part is the Barrister is a giver....the bad part is the Barrister and I did not seem to be as good in bed together as we were becoming in everything else. I will admit I have taken my clothes off for worst people and enjoyed sex with people less but something was just off. Neither of us seemed to be on the same page. I have never really been insecure in that arena but as soon as it was over I had my doubts.
After a couple hours of it all (I can't say every moment wasn't up to par, he had his moments) we cuddled up to go to bed. I feel asleep to him rubbing my back. I woke up to him kissing me good morning and in my head I was pretty sure the sex was making me like him less until he told said "I really like waking up to you in the morning, you look adorable, Can I get you anything?" Like a sucker, I liked him some more and figured it was a fluke incident and maybe alcohol was to blame for the poor showing the night before.
But it wasn't. We layed in bed and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 4 or 5 hours. Things started up again and I decided to see if it was still awkward sober...it was. Not as awkward but still not what I thought it would be. This time I have no idea why, I don't even have an excuse. One thing is clear, although I am not exactly proud of this, it is very obvious that I am more experienced than the young Barrister.
We took a shower and went a grabbed coffee from Starbucks and said goodbye so he could go to class. He asked me out for friday. We are going to the Tower of London and then he's cooking me dinner.
At this point I have to decide how shallow I am going to be. I can chalk up the sex to nerves and first time awkwardness. Or I can break it off now because I don't want to deal with this whole situation. While I didn't come over here to get involved with anyone it has been kind of nice to be treated this well by a guy.
Maybe I will just let him cook for me and then decide depending on how good the food is.....
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I say give him a try... if you like him that much, show him and tell him what you like and how you want it... if he isn't worth it then BYE! LOL
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