Several days before, I was facebook stalking some guy called Jimmy and god knows how he got into my friends, either way, there was an extremely fit guy in one of his pictures. And when I say extremely fit, like, I never EVER use that phrase that much. Turns out I am UNBELIEVABLY picky when it comes to attractive men, and therefore only go for absolutely one body/facial type. Either way, he one one of the three guys I've ever met that fitted this category. I HAD to add him, right? It was like, a given to me. Who really gives a fuck if he rejects? Anyway, so I did and we started talking and like turns out we were planning to head to the same place on friday and planned to meet there for nothing in particular (as it turns out he had a girlfriend- BLONDE and SKINNY).
The second thing to note is that Mark, one of my very long time ago not really serious exes contacted me about a week ago saying that he'd be down on friday and wether we'd like to hang out. This made for the perfect person to go to Beatdown with, as far as I remembered he has a similar taste of music to me and there was no chance that he'd want to start flirting with me.
So, after a sleepless Thursday night, I rushed home after my hand in at uni, ate, showered and got generally pretty in like under an hour, my very own personal record I must say. I dashed off back into central London where it was raining like a biatch, and therefore we decided to head to the nearest pub possible, which just turned out to be The Most Expensive Pub in the World. After a brief drink and once the rain had stopped we headed off to leicester square to wetherspoons to get some more pre drinking hours in. Then off to Romford, out of all places in the world, but that's where the partay was held and there was no way I was gonna miss that. Downstairs was pretty much a mini propaganda, where they played horrible indie music, and then I realised that there was an upstairs. Upstairs was dj'd by my friend Stuart who played a very VERY decent set apart from a slight glitch in the middle where mid song it just went to some swing music? And not like even the good kind, I mean, even I couldn't appreciate it. Anyway, we were buying more drinks than we could handle and dancing way closer than we should've. Well, he should've, Mark was trying to grind up against me. Then, about two hours in I was sick of scanning the room constantly looking for this absolutely hot guy and asked Stuart, a mutual friend on facebook, if he knew who I was talking about and he couldn't point him out in the crowd. About an hour or so of dancing and waiting in cues at the bar, I turned to scan the room one more time and I saw two guys pointing at me. ONE OF THEM WAS DEFINITELY HIM. I turned around as quick as I could and started saying "fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck" under my breath, and decided to just ignore it and hope they wouldn't come up to me under the impression that I wasn't actually as good looking as my pictures. Unfortunately, this was not the case. I gave him an awkward hug, melting a little bit.
Now, this behaviour may seem strange to people who don't know me, but I must stress once again how PICKY I am, and he was probably the BEST LOOKING GUY I'VE EVER SEEN. EVER. Dot.
So, after an extremely awkward conversation which I don't remember probably due to my nerves, he went away and I was left to die in shame of what had just happened.
I now wanted to be skinny and blonde.
It may have been the nerves, but I decided to buy 6 shots of apple sours and two doubles, of course shared with Mark, either way, the utter shame sort of went away after downing most of that order. Then, some more ABSOLUTELY ENJOYABLE dancing happened. I was now feeling very aware of the guy in the club, but the drinks sort of relaxed me quite a bit. Enough to go up to him and attempt to pick him up. This made him laugh (quite muscly therefore heavy he hardly got off the ground) and showed me how it's done. I thought fuck it this is probably the only chance to get to be in any way on top of him and I leaped at the chance. So, now I was staddling the hottest guy in the club while he was spinning and Mark was standing by awkwardly. Great success.
The rest of the night is quite possibly not worth mentioning, apparently some famous guy was there? Took bloody ages to get home, especially as I decided it would probably be a good idea to get off the bus in the middle of nowhere. Mark threw up in some bushes which gave him uncontrollable hayfever, I went to a 24 hour shop to buy him some benadryl? And we got on yet another bus. I spent most of the train journey home sleeping and then got a cab up to my house which took 3 minutes and cost me six pounds. Not even joking.
Saturday was spent mainly SLEEPING and then when I woke up at 6pm I decided to text Beatrice, telling her that we should meet up in about an hour to have some of that tequila that she had brought for me from Fuerteventura, however you spell it. We spent the night talking rubbish and making little cocktails on our bench, while her boyfriend smoked ridiculous amounts of weed and laughed at youtube videos. I have no idea what she sees in him.
Sunday was day for photoshoots and relationship conversations and bond making with some guy I hardly knew who modelled for me. Then Steve completely and utterly bailed on me and went off partying without my awesome self. I was very ashamed.
However, this might have been a blessing in disguise as I had planned quite a heavy night on Monday, I was meeting up with my long time crush no more Aaron. We headed to wetherspoons in Dartford where we discussed REALLY heavy topics such as why democracy doesn't work and why America sucks. Getting the train to tap was a lot more of the same, however when we did get there we started discussing lighter issues such as how much we should drink and what other songs of this artists we love. Either way, halfway through the night he dragged me to the dubstep room which made my brain throw up a little bit but we stayed there for quite a bit due to the fact he was enjoying the "choons". Later I swiftly pulled him back downstairs where a more decent repertoire was played, and they even played my request! Which also went down a storm with the crowd which made me look at the DJ really proudly thinking "I bloody told you so" either way, tap was over and after a lot of grinding and make out sessions we hailed a cab home because we were both incredibly drunk- Aaron was passing out and I was talking wubbish with the cab driver who didn't really appreciate it.
Well, now it is Wednesday and I am definately feeling the effects of last week. All the scantily clad outfits have give me the mother of all colds and now I am sitting here NOT BEING ABLE TO SMELL ANYTHING. I made dinner for my rents and they said it was bland, well.... I couldn't really taste it so that sorta explains the bad cooking. I thought it was good?
Also never eat popcorn when you're seriously ill- it's like chewing on a cardboard box.
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