I was itching for trouble and thanks to the nice shot girl pouring me one too many shots of Sambuca, I found it in the form of a hot brit named Tom.
Lawrence and I went to Zoo Bar for the Expat's Superbowl party, there were promises of thousands of Americans, direct feed from the US, and MTV cheerleaders. In reality there was hundreds of Americans (and some Brits), no direct feed, and cheerleaders who knew one cheer and thought they stepped out of Bring it On. Pretty early on, I spotted a chick in an Eagles jersey, I had to meet her. Turns out, her and her husband were from South Philly and moved here a year ago. Within an hour, another Philadelphian found their way over to our corner. It was great to be around people from home! I left Lawrence chatting up a cute chick to get a beer. A group of cute Brits and I started talking about the game and I never went back....well I did once or twice to make sure Lawrence was still occupied with his chick.
They were very fun guys and before I knew it they were picking me up and putting me on the bar so I could see and buying me shots. Before the end of the first quarter, I had my sights set on Tom, a 6'3" hottie with a great smile and what I figured to be a bangin' body.
2nd quarter: Tom and I are taking shots, Tom tells me Brits are better than American guys. According to him Brits know how to treat women, I debate this fact. He leans down (well practically has to bend at the waist) and kisses me as if to prove his point. He wins. Well in reality I guess I was a winner too, fantastic kisser!
3rd quarter: More beers, we are all very into the game. I have no idea where Lawrence is. Tom and I bet on the game, the winner and loser get the same prize, the only difference is my place or his.
Beginning of the 4th quarter: I am clearly going to win. The bar has stopped serving alcohol, we decide it is the perfect time for an exit. Tom and I take a cab to my place, he gives me a piggy back ride down the block.
Post game show: He's a big guy, an assertive, knows what he's doing guy. Much different than the Barrister, first of all he's in my age bracket, I don't feel like a cougar sleeping with him. I like the Barrister, hes cute but I don't feel the urge to rip off his clothes. Tom on the other hand, I couldn't resist. After 2 hours of pure fun, we passed out. We woke up this morning a little hungover. He had to go to work and I had to go to class. He kissed me goodbye and asked for my number.
I don't really expect a call from Tom, I think he was just for fun but I would not be opposed to seeing him again.
With all that fun, it was pretty hard to go to class today. I had one lecture and one seminar. My class is filled with really cool, talkative people. I made buddies with an American from Maryland who is in the same boat as me, pretty friendless. I may be on my way to finding friends, yay!
Lawrence and I went to Zoo Bar for the Expat's Superbowl party, there were promises of thousands of Americans, direct feed from the US, and MTV cheerleaders. In reality there was hundreds of Americans (and some Brits), no direct feed, and cheerleaders who knew one cheer and thought they stepped out of Bring it On. Pretty early on, I spotted a chick in an Eagles jersey, I had to meet her. Turns out, her and her husband were from South Philly and moved here a year ago. Within an hour, another Philadelphian found their way over to our corner. It was great to be around people from home! I left Lawrence chatting up a cute chick to get a beer. A group of cute Brits and I started talking about the game and I never went back....well I did once or twice to make sure Lawrence was still occupied with his chick.
They were very fun guys and before I knew it they were picking me up and putting me on the bar so I could see and buying me shots. Before the end of the first quarter, I had my sights set on Tom, a 6'3" hottie with a great smile and what I figured to be a bangin' body.
2nd quarter: Tom and I are taking shots, Tom tells me Brits are better than American guys. According to him Brits know how to treat women, I debate this fact. He leans down (well practically has to bend at the waist) and kisses me as if to prove his point. He wins. Well in reality I guess I was a winner too, fantastic kisser!
3rd quarter: More beers, we are all very into the game. I have no idea where Lawrence is. Tom and I bet on the game, the winner and loser get the same prize, the only difference is my place or his.
Beginning of the 4th quarter: I am clearly going to win. The bar has stopped serving alcohol, we decide it is the perfect time for an exit. Tom and I take a cab to my place, he gives me a piggy back ride down the block.
Post game show: He's a big guy, an assertive, knows what he's doing guy. Much different than the Barrister, first of all he's in my age bracket, I don't feel like a cougar sleeping with him. I like the Barrister, hes cute but I don't feel the urge to rip off his clothes. Tom on the other hand, I couldn't resist. After 2 hours of pure fun, we passed out. We woke up this morning a little hungover. He had to go to work and I had to go to class. He kissed me goodbye and asked for my number.
I don't really expect a call from Tom, I think he was just for fun but I would not be opposed to seeing him again.
With all that fun, it was pretty hard to go to class today. I had one lecture and one seminar. My class is filled with really cool, talkative people. I made buddies with an American from Maryland who is in the same boat as me, pretty friendless. I may be on my way to finding friends, yay!
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Outstanding work. It gets better with every post; when is this getting syndicated??
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