More and more Albanians.....

I ran out of the flat 10 minutes after meeting my new roomie, well 10 minutes after I cleared off her side of the room.  I can't deal.  I really can't deal with it because we can't communicate, I know I should be sympathetic, but I'm not.  I haven't shared a room in 5 years and I don't want to start.  I give her credit for moving somewhere without knowing the language but I didn't sign up to tudor...This is a cup, this is a door....yada yada hand gestures....I don't want to do any of it!  So I ran to Lawrence's for some chat, cake & custard, and coffee.  Thank god for the people around me, I would just cry myself to sleep every night if not for them.

After a good chat, I met Beni, why he wanted to see me after my shanangians I will never know but I went.  Despite a considerable amount of urging from my liver to give up the booze, we had some beers.  He recounted the events from the night before, most of which I didn't remember.  I apologized, he told me not to worry but I can't act like that when I'm by myself.  He didn't want to go out the night before but apparently I sounded like a disaster and he knew someone had to watch me.  Otherwise I risked being "stolen" haha!  Who in their right mind would want to steal me I dont know but it was nice to hear despite my extreme embarassment over the night before.

His darling came...well that's what they jokingly call each other.  We got along swimmingly, especially when he told me he banged a 45 year old woman but didn't know until post sex.  It was the perfect moment to explain what a cougar was. I've decided the going rate for a cute albanian...200 quid a night, he will put out. Or at least I have told them they have to. This is the conversation we had before the club, neither boys seemed to mind, in fact we all agreed that there was money to be made. White chicks are soooo last year, there has to be some cougar willing to pay me to see the boys naked.  Maybe I don't need a job afterall....we left in search of finding darling some ass...paid or unpaid!

Since Beni pays for my drinking habits all the time, I got in his friends good graces with lots of shots, drinks, and my amazing ability to pick up chicks for a dude.  As he made out with my pick, Beni and I danced close.  I made him teach me dirty words in Albanian, which I made sure to use at opportune moments.  I find myself liking him more and more.  There is just something about him, beyond the eyes, beyond the accent, beyond the sex.....at this moment I can't even say I have any urge to hook up with someone else.  I have no interest, I want him.

We danced all night, he got drunk, I was sober in comparision, I bought him food, he hailed a cab.  We headed back to his place to find his brother still awake.  I'm used to my lil albanian crew now, brother and I chatted while Beni cuddled up on my lap.  His brother stopped for a minute to look at us and laugh and make some comment about Beni and I being different than last time.  I can't begin to understand what he meant but I don't care.

We layed in bed all morning, drinking coffee, cuddling, and watching bad british TV.  I am in over my head.  Part of me wants to end it now because I am getting in too deep and it makes me nervous....