First Day of Spring? Not Likely....

London is such a cocktease!  As the rain hits my window, I get to read Facebook status' from the east coast, updates filled with tank tops, BBQs, sunshine, and free Rita's.  I can't help but to be bitter that London is a little slow on entering the next season.  I don't think I'm the only one either, the tube was almost silent this afternoon on my way back from Beni's.  I'm praying that my friends arriving from Philly next week bring a little east coast warmth with them, that and some Ranch dressing.

I won't see much of Beni the next couple of weeks, he works and my friends are coming to Londontown!  We have trips planned and there isn't much room for a romp with the boy, so I blocked off most of the weekend for him.  I know I'm a regular saint for allowing him to spend time with me but it didn't go as smoothly as I hoped.  Not only was it a slightly bumpy 24 hours, I realized how quickly I turn into a brat when I don't get my way or his undivided attention.  I can turn from an educated, slightly mature 25 year to a 5 year old slamming my fists on the ground in record breaking time.

I met him in Stratford to go to the cinema, he had a long week at work, so I did my best to be perky and cheerful.  We went to see Shutter Island, good but a little slow, I could tell 30 minutes in that he wasn't that interested and wasn't following the plot very well.  He laughed at parts that didn't really warrent a chuckle, which annoyed me.  With my hand on his thigh, I could feel his phone vibrating every 20 minutes.  Finally he checked it, and excused himself.  Of course while he is gone, the movie unravels, and the plot is explained.  After what felt like 20 minutes, he returning, mumbling something about it being his boss, I shot him a look and shhh'ed him.  The movie ended and we left, it took him only seconds before he asked if I was mad at him.  Well no shit, I'm mad, or more accurately annoyed at the idea that I was left alone in a movie.  Here's a thought, call him back 15 minutes later when the movie is over.  I told him I was annoyed.  He kissed me and apologized.  I told him he's lucky I didn't pick up another guy while he was absent.

We walked to a pub, his phone rang again, I tried not to be annoyed immediately but after 15 minutes of hearing him speak Albanian, I couldn't help it.  He knew I was annoyed, he apologized again and told me it wouldn't happen again.  But it did...3 other times.  Although I had no idea what he was saying, I knew he was angry and fighting, the random "fucks" thrown into the conversation were a pretty good clue.  He was working tomorrow, I felt bad for him so I didn't push the fact that I was mad too.  His anger lasted much longer than mine.  It was the first time, I saw him anything but happy, so angry that as he explained what happened he slipped in between English and Albanian.  Note for others dating Albanian men, they don't exactly love hearing they are cute when they are angry. 

We walked home, I bought a bottle of wine and snacks, determined to salvage the rest of the night.  He has about 3 movies in his collection, all of which are bootlegs.  I picked out Taken.  Picking this movie could not have been more odd considering my current situation.  1.  I leave for Paris in a week.  2.  I am dating an Albanian who wants to take me to Albanian for his brothers wedding this summer. 

Spoiler Alert:  If you want to see it, stop reading.  I am going to give away some of it, nothing that I suspect you couldn't get from a review or a trailer.

Two young Americans travel to Paris, only to be kidnapped by an Albanian gang, known for sextrafficing.  They target young women traveling abroad, mainly Americans, get them addicted to drugs, and sell them to men all over Europe as sex slaves.  Kinda awkward but what the hell, let's make it educational.  I asked Beni if there was really an Albanian maffia?  And yes there is, a pretty brutal one at that.  Are they known to traffic women? Why, yes they are known for sextrafficing.  Good to know.  Then I decided to try to be funny and ask if he was just being nice so he could lure me into his country only to turn around and sell me.  He didn't laugh right away but it was established that he wouldn't sell me for less than 1 million pounds.  Anyone that would buy me, would surely ask for a refund within a day!

As he left for work this morning, he asked me to stay and wait for him.  He would be home by 1:30 and chances are I would still be alseep, so I said I would.  12:30 roles around and as expected I was still asleep.  He would be home in an hour.  By 2:30, I called him, I'm a good sleeper and all but I can only sleep for so long, especially if I'm hungry.  He would be home in 20 minutes.  By 3:15, I was pissed.  His brother was driving him home so unless a bridge exploded or they were pushing the fucking car, I don't know how it could take this long.  And with that I was right back to slamming my fists on the ground.  I yelled, he apologized but it was too late, I had already decided to be mad.  He called me back to beg me to stay, his brother doing the same in the background.  At this point I was too angry to go back, not to mention I had already locked myself out of his flat.  I am now that brat that gets mad at a boy for traffic and having to work. 

In continuing with my bratty outlook of the day, I told him I didn't know if I still wanted to see him tonight.  Maybe after some food and coffee, I'll be smitten again but it's not likely...