Traveling with someone can potentially ruin a relationship; even after one night you might have the urge to smother someone with a pillow. Luckily for the Barrister, I used the pillows for their purpose friday night. After a really good couple of days with him earlier in the week, I figured I shouldn't shut myself off to him just because I don't want a serious relationship.
I slept over Thursday night, partially because he has a nice big bed and partially because I could sleep later since the station is closer to his flat. He woke me up around 8:30 to get showered and ready to leave. Apparently he learned quickly that I'm grumpy before I have coffee in the morning because the coffee was on before I even rolled out of bed. We had a quick cup, showered, dressed, stopped at Starbucks so I could get more coffee and boarded the bus. Considering Oxford is about 2 hours away, I thought it was really cheap to get there, only 11 pounds for a roundtrip! Within 10 minutes, I was asleep on his shoulder until he woke me up when we arrived in the city. I could tell he was so excited to show me around Oxford, he was almost bursting with random facts and lists of must see sites.
He led me up and down the beautiful streets, stopping to tell me about the respective college or cathedral we were passing. Oxford is set up similar to Cambridge, around 30 colleges making up the University. Again, I cannot imagine attending school in these buildings or living in mansions dating back before the discovery of North America. It's hard enough to understand when you're with a tour, it's even harder to be shown around by someone who lived it. We stopped at Christ Church first (Harry Potter fans be jealous...filming was done here) to see their famous Cathedral. We were held up by some American Harry Potter fans asking a million questions about the dining hall, I refuse to see the movie but apparently it was a pretty big deal to these chicks. I was slightly embarassed for them. The perk of dating an Oxford Grad is that we didn't have to pay to get in anything (all colleges and cathedrals charge something) and we got to see things that were private. The Barrister felt pretty badass when we were shown into the private courtyard off of the cathedral which is said to be where Lewis Carroll watched Alice play, slighty creepy but still cool. The cathedral curators followed us throughout pointing out specific pieces and telling us stories of war, revenge, and Henry VIII's overly big ego.
After Christ Church we went to Magdalen College, Barrister's hood. It was cute when he puffed out his chest and strolled into the office, bantering with the two men who worked there. He was in his glory and I loved it. It was a beautiful campus, they even have a fuckin' deer park and a meadow with a river running through it. Who the fuck has that as an everyday part of college life. Again, we were allowed in places marked private or areas for students/faculty only. We walked around the outside of the meadow while he told me stories from college. Americans will never understand what going to one of these schools is like, we don't have parties in the meadow, punt down the river, or wear tuxedos to exams. It's beyond us sadly...well at least for Rider and Drexel Grads it is.
Once we were done reliving his college days, we went to Queen's cafe, the oldest coffee shop in Great Britian. Amazingly strong coffee! We wandered in the market quick before heading to the hotel to check in. Props to the Barrister for booking a nice hotel, not that their would be roach motels in Oxford but still I'm down with any hotel that has a four post bed and comfy robes....I had every intention of rewarding with sexual favors later.
Next stop was a pub called Turf, it was down a small alley, impossible to see from any street, a tourist would never stumble upon it. We sat outside with a couple Ales, near a pit of fire. After 2 or 3 pints, we figured we should eat something. We went to a quick dinner, then back to the pub for more pints. So far, I was having an amazing time with the Barrister, the Ale and the fact that I didn't want to kill him once made me want to bang him....immediately. With that disclosure, we got a cab home.
I can't speak for all women but I think finding a guy who truly enjoys going down on a girl and does it well, is kinda like finding a unicorn or a bum who does cartwheels for cash....surprising and fun! This may also because I date selfish morons. Impressively, the Barrister went downtown for an hour, I actually had to stop him for sex. Clearly, he remembered there is something to be said for foreplay! Although giving a blow job is not my idea of a party, I returned the favor, afterall I had to reward the above kindness. I can't even pretend that I put in as much time as he did... like the rest of the day, the sex was incrediably fun! As we laid there naked talking, I decided to tell him how fantastic it was but not before admitting that I thought the first time was rubbish. To his credit, he laughed and kind of agreed. I don't know that post-sex is the most appropriate time to say something like that but what the hell it was bound to come out eventually!
All things said, it was a pretty great day/night out of the city!
I slept over Thursday night, partially because he has a nice big bed and partially because I could sleep later since the station is closer to his flat. He woke me up around 8:30 to get showered and ready to leave. Apparently he learned quickly that I'm grumpy before I have coffee in the morning because the coffee was on before I even rolled out of bed. We had a quick cup, showered, dressed, stopped at Starbucks so I could get more coffee and boarded the bus. Considering Oxford is about 2 hours away, I thought it was really cheap to get there, only 11 pounds for a roundtrip! Within 10 minutes, I was asleep on his shoulder until he woke me up when we arrived in the city. I could tell he was so excited to show me around Oxford, he was almost bursting with random facts and lists of must see sites.
He led me up and down the beautiful streets, stopping to tell me about the respective college or cathedral we were passing. Oxford is set up similar to Cambridge, around 30 colleges making up the University. Again, I cannot imagine attending school in these buildings or living in mansions dating back before the discovery of North America. It's hard enough to understand when you're with a tour, it's even harder to be shown around by someone who lived it. We stopped at Christ Church first (Harry Potter fans be jealous...filming was done here) to see their famous Cathedral. We were held up by some American Harry Potter fans asking a million questions about the dining hall, I refuse to see the movie but apparently it was a pretty big deal to these chicks. I was slightly embarassed for them. The perk of dating an Oxford Grad is that we didn't have to pay to get in anything (all colleges and cathedrals charge something) and we got to see things that were private. The Barrister felt pretty badass when we were shown into the private courtyard off of the cathedral which is said to be where Lewis Carroll watched Alice play, slighty creepy but still cool. The cathedral curators followed us throughout pointing out specific pieces and telling us stories of war, revenge, and Henry VIII's overly big ego.
After Christ Church we went to Magdalen College, Barrister's hood. It was cute when he puffed out his chest and strolled into the office, bantering with the two men who worked there. He was in his glory and I loved it. It was a beautiful campus, they even have a fuckin' deer park and a meadow with a river running through it. Who the fuck has that as an everyday part of college life. Again, we were allowed in places marked private or areas for students/faculty only. We walked around the outside of the meadow while he told me stories from college. Americans will never understand what going to one of these schools is like, we don't have parties in the meadow, punt down the river, or wear tuxedos to exams. It's beyond us sadly...well at least for Rider and Drexel Grads it is.
Once we were done reliving his college days, we went to Queen's cafe, the oldest coffee shop in Great Britian. Amazingly strong coffee! We wandered in the market quick before heading to the hotel to check in. Props to the Barrister for booking a nice hotel, not that their would be roach motels in Oxford but still I'm down with any hotel that has a four post bed and comfy robes....I had every intention of rewarding with sexual favors later.
Next stop was a pub called Turf, it was down a small alley, impossible to see from any street, a tourist would never stumble upon it. We sat outside with a couple Ales, near a pit of fire. After 2 or 3 pints, we figured we should eat something. We went to a quick dinner, then back to the pub for more pints. So far, I was having an amazing time with the Barrister, the Ale and the fact that I didn't want to kill him once made me want to bang him....immediately. With that disclosure, we got a cab home.
I can't speak for all women but I think finding a guy who truly enjoys going down on a girl and does it well, is kinda like finding a unicorn or a bum who does cartwheels for cash....surprising and fun! This may also because I date selfish morons. Impressively, the Barrister went downtown for an hour, I actually had to stop him for sex. Clearly, he remembered there is something to be said for foreplay! Although giving a blow job is not my idea of a party, I returned the favor, afterall I had to reward the above kindness. I can't even pretend that I put in as much time as he did... like the rest of the day, the sex was incrediably fun! As we laid there naked talking, I decided to tell him how fantastic it was but not before admitting that I thought the first time was rubbish. To his credit, he laughed and kind of agreed. I don't know that post-sex is the most appropriate time to say something like that but what the hell it was bound to come out eventually!
All things said, it was a pretty great day/night out of the city!
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