Since my first days in London, I have counted things: The days here, the snogs, the shags, and now break ups. Like snogs, there will no doubt be a list of them at the end of this journey. Angry and disappointed, I ran to Lawrence after break up #1 with the Barrister. Sorry Barrister fans, you will have to find another character to root for, that ship has sailed and crashed. I love Lawrence because he:
Bought me a beer and shot within 5 minutes, Hugged me, Bought frozen pizzas, chocolate, and bacon.
Made me frozen pizzas (topped with bacon), cheese wrapped in smoked salmon topped with cavier (drunk eating at a whole new level). Made me drinks of Sloe Gin and Champaigne. Let me whine and yell about anything and everything. Let me pass out in his bed
While none of those overshadowed the disappointment of the night, it did help me get over it pretty quick. I didn't think about it much as I met friends for an afternoon drink and trip to the travel agent. All boy matters aside I am leading a pretty great life over here. Barrister was all but out of my head when I took the tube to see Beni. I shouldn't say it that way, I still thought of him but it is much easier to get over someone when you can get on top of a hot Albanian who adores you.
The Albanians are everywhere, I question how many are actually left in their country. Everytime I see Beni, we run into his family or friends, he must have 30 cousins in London alone, not to mention 2 brothers here, and umpteen friends. He kissed me hello, we walked 5 feet before running into his cousin. I joked that he knew everyone and we all went to the bar for a drink. His brother came 20 minutes later. There I sat with 3 of them, all related. They were all entertained by me, most likely because A: I am entertaining sometimes or more likely B: They have no idea what I'm saying half the time. We drank and played pool (it's different over here, I suck to begin with, even more so when the rules and balls are different) Beni's brother and I vs. Beni and the Cousin. We came out victorious twice, no help to me. I didn't mind watching Beni play and I don't think he minded seeing me bend over the table either. Beni, Brother, and I headed back to their place, picked up some booze, and watched American movies. I love learning about different cultures, especially when it is so different from the US. Brother and I talked while Beni cooked, he stopped only to make sure I was ok, had enough to drink, and was warm enough.
Brother went to bed, Beni and ate, then cuddled on the couch. Interesting culture differences of the night were: Beni's Life:
PS: Since there are some concerned parties: I always wrap it before I tap it......
Bought me a beer and shot within 5 minutes, Hugged me, Bought frozen pizzas, chocolate, and bacon.
Made me frozen pizzas (topped with bacon), cheese wrapped in smoked salmon topped with cavier (drunk eating at a whole new level). Made me drinks of Sloe Gin and Champaigne. Let me whine and yell about anything and everything. Let me pass out in his bed
While none of those overshadowed the disappointment of the night, it did help me get over it pretty quick. I didn't think about it much as I met friends for an afternoon drink and trip to the travel agent. All boy matters aside I am leading a pretty great life over here. Barrister was all but out of my head when I took the tube to see Beni. I shouldn't say it that way, I still thought of him but it is much easier to get over someone when you can get on top of a hot Albanian who adores you.
The Albanians are everywhere, I question how many are actually left in their country. Everytime I see Beni, we run into his family or friends, he must have 30 cousins in London alone, not to mention 2 brothers here, and umpteen friends. He kissed me hello, we walked 5 feet before running into his cousin. I joked that he knew everyone and we all went to the bar for a drink. His brother came 20 minutes later. There I sat with 3 of them, all related. They were all entertained by me, most likely because A: I am entertaining sometimes or more likely B: They have no idea what I'm saying half the time. We drank and played pool (it's different over here, I suck to begin with, even more so when the rules and balls are different) Beni's brother and I vs. Beni and the Cousin. We came out victorious twice, no help to me. I didn't mind watching Beni play and I don't think he minded seeing me bend over the table either. Beni, Brother, and I headed back to their place, picked up some booze, and watched American movies. I love learning about different cultures, especially when it is so different from the US. Brother and I talked while Beni cooked, he stopped only to make sure I was ok, had enough to drink, and was warm enough.
Brother went to bed, Beni and ate, then cuddled on the couch. Interesting culture differences of the night were: Beni's Life:
- The Milk he drank as a child, he milked from a cow in his backyard....a fucking cow, 2 to be exact
- He has chickens, he has cut off a chickens head, then ate it for dinner
- He had a horse growing up
- When he gets home, the whole village comes over to greet him
- He taught himself English and moved here without knowing one word
- He grew up on beaches with clear water, so clear you can see your feet and those of everyone else
- I have never touched a cow except for maybe a fair petting zoo, there is really no point I don't drink milk
- I eat chicken, it is packaged from a grocery store, I don't even like touching it, let alone killing it
- I asked for a pony until I was 10, again my only interaction with them at a fair
- When I get home, the city of Philadelphia is not notified nor gives a shit, spare my friends and family who aren't even a dent in the population
- I only speak English, shit English to be honest...I can barely understand some Brits when they talk
- Jersey shore...enough said
PS: Since there are some concerned parties: I always wrap it before I tap it......
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