I got back to London around 1am on Sunday, turned on my computer in an attempt to reconnect with the everyone I hadn't talked to in days. I barely signed on when I was bombarded with IMs from the Barrister both on facebook and Gchat. The warm fuzzy feeling that I had because people missed me in London was fleeting, I was way too tired/hungover to stay up late and chat especially since I had class at 9am the next morning. I said goodnight to Lawrence and the Barrister and promised I would try to see them both the next day.
I never made it to class and I never saw either of them. I've always been a heavy sleeper so I wasn't even the least bit surprised when I slept through 3 alarms and missed class completely. I felt a little bad but got up and attempted to get a new phone. It's not like I have many friends here but losing my phone and number was upsetting. Mainly because I would lose 2 of the 3 men I am dating. I really only cared about one: Beni. I knew the Barrister would get a hold of me since he has every contact for me possible, but Beni had nothing but my number. I couldn't care less about losing the Jamaican, he's hot and all but 2 men is enough for now.
Thank god, I'm a mess and never throw anything away! I still had Beni's number written on that sheet of paper from the bar in a pile of crap on my floor. I texted him only to get a call back right away. He asked me to meet him for drinks in Leicester Square where he was out with a friend. Everything in my mind told me not to go, I had homework, I was tired, and I made tentative plans with the Barrister and Lawrence. Since I met Beni, I've thought about him a lot, mainly about how much I wanted him, so I knew I couldn't resist. I told Lawrence what was up and like only he would, he told me to go get some. The Barrister was harder, I told some white lies and he reacted like anyone would, upset. I still feel bad, I knew it was the wrong thing to do but I also knew I would do what I wanted anyway and make it up later, complete personality flaw!
Beni met me at the station with a kiss and hug. He makes my stomach jump...in a good way. Beni, his friend, and I headed to a bar and grabbed a drink. His friend and I chatted while Beni sat there with his hand on my knee, quiet. His friend is whipped so despite it being his birthday, his wife implemented a curfew, we said goodbye and headed to another bar. It was a lounge/club, I grabbed a table in the corner while he got drinks. I asked why he was so quiet, I felt like I knew nothing about him. He's the quiet mysterious type but I'm nosey and feel the need to know everything immediately. He told me to be patient, in a few weeks we would know everything about each other. Doubtful but I understand what he means. We kissed, the sexual tension was overwhelming, I wanted nothing more than to take him home with me. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't...I can't lie and say this was by choice, if I had my choice I would have. The more drinks we got, the closer we got. Apparently London is a hot bed for Albanians, he knew the bartender and 3 others that were on the dancefloor. We danced a little and hung out with his friends before moving to another lounge. I watched the chances of me getting a tube home fly out the window but at that point I didn't want to leave his side, it was going to be a cab night.
We found a couch in the corner of the lounge, it was dark and empty, perfect for some snogging. We were the only people in the room but there could have been thousands and we wouldn't have noticed. Innocent making out turned intense, with one hand on my lower back and the other running up and down my leg, he asked me to go home with him. I hate being a woman sometimes.... As people walked back into the room we stopped kissing and stared at each other until they left. He gently but firmly grabbed my ass and pulled me into him, kissing my neck. We couldn't seem to keep our hands off of each other so we decided to leave before things got too out of control, that and I don't think we could be around each other any longer without tearing each others clothes off.
He flagged a cab and held my hand until we reached my flat. Before getting out, he asked if he could cook dinner for me on friday night. Score! Another man who wants to cook for me, I am a very lucky girl!
I never made it to class and I never saw either of them. I've always been a heavy sleeper so I wasn't even the least bit surprised when I slept through 3 alarms and missed class completely. I felt a little bad but got up and attempted to get a new phone. It's not like I have many friends here but losing my phone and number was upsetting. Mainly because I would lose 2 of the 3 men I am dating. I really only cared about one: Beni. I knew the Barrister would get a hold of me since he has every contact for me possible, but Beni had nothing but my number. I couldn't care less about losing the Jamaican, he's hot and all but 2 men is enough for now.
Thank god, I'm a mess and never throw anything away! I still had Beni's number written on that sheet of paper from the bar in a pile of crap on my floor. I texted him only to get a call back right away. He asked me to meet him for drinks in Leicester Square where he was out with a friend. Everything in my mind told me not to go, I had homework, I was tired, and I made tentative plans with the Barrister and Lawrence. Since I met Beni, I've thought about him a lot, mainly about how much I wanted him, so I knew I couldn't resist. I told Lawrence what was up and like only he would, he told me to go get some. The Barrister was harder, I told some white lies and he reacted like anyone would, upset. I still feel bad, I knew it was the wrong thing to do but I also knew I would do what I wanted anyway and make it up later, complete personality flaw!
Beni met me at the station with a kiss and hug. He makes my stomach jump...in a good way. Beni, his friend, and I headed to a bar and grabbed a drink. His friend and I chatted while Beni sat there with his hand on my knee, quiet. His friend is whipped so despite it being his birthday, his wife implemented a curfew, we said goodbye and headed to another bar. It was a lounge/club, I grabbed a table in the corner while he got drinks. I asked why he was so quiet, I felt like I knew nothing about him. He's the quiet mysterious type but I'm nosey and feel the need to know everything immediately. He told me to be patient, in a few weeks we would know everything about each other. Doubtful but I understand what he means. We kissed, the sexual tension was overwhelming, I wanted nothing more than to take him home with me. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't...I can't lie and say this was by choice, if I had my choice I would have. The more drinks we got, the closer we got. Apparently London is a hot bed for Albanians, he knew the bartender and 3 others that were on the dancefloor. We danced a little and hung out with his friends before moving to another lounge. I watched the chances of me getting a tube home fly out the window but at that point I didn't want to leave his side, it was going to be a cab night.
We found a couch in the corner of the lounge, it was dark and empty, perfect for some snogging. We were the only people in the room but there could have been thousands and we wouldn't have noticed. Innocent making out turned intense, with one hand on my lower back and the other running up and down my leg, he asked me to go home with him. I hate being a woman sometimes.... As people walked back into the room we stopped kissing and stared at each other until they left. He gently but firmly grabbed my ass and pulled me into him, kissing my neck. We couldn't seem to keep our hands off of each other so we decided to leave before things got too out of control, that and I don't think we could be around each other any longer without tearing each others clothes off.
He flagged a cab and held my hand until we reached my flat. Before getting out, he asked if he could cook dinner for me on friday night. Score! Another man who wants to cook for me, I am a very lucky girl!
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