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What the fuck is wrong with me...
a friend of mine invited me to trivia night at flinders bar. I thought ok, why not... big mistake. It wasn't at all what we were led to believe it was... I never really knew just how quiet oxford street could be on a Wednesday night. I took a short jaunt into the colombian, where they now have cocktails. the barguy was cute. he asked me where i was headed, and suggested meeting up later, when he got off from his shift.
Speaking of the shift, that place is just dead... i've decided i no longer like this place. the people who frequent this establishment seem all to be really gross... yuck.
at stonewall they have a game called the "Malebox", which, if you've ever seen the UK QaF, it's like the babylon, in a way... you're given a number, and people will leave you messages.
we never got to write eachother cute messages, before we ended up in the cocktale bar... but i'm ahead of myself...
sitting with my number and my vodka, cruising the boys, my eyes lock with his. he was looking at me, and smiling... i smiled back. he was cute.. argh, nick don't stare ! so, survaying the crowd once more, my eyes once again hit his.. shit ! what is he doing ?! he's coming closer, sliding through the bodies between us.. he's now next to me.
"hey," he says with a nod and a wink, slipping a smoke out of his pocket, lighting it, and smiling...
"you've been here before, i've seen you..."
no way... !
"you're cute.."
i'm almost falling off my chair, here...
"you want to get a drink ?"
and so...
but, i don't know. judging by my track record, it may last 3 or 4 days, and he'll say he doens't want a boyfriend, of he's suddenly developed a penchant for boys with green eyes or blue hair.. who knows. all we can do is live for this moment. who knows what will happen tomorrow, all we can do is the now.
i walked him to the station this morning... all the way, we couldn't stop smiling, or laughing...
s'il existe dans ce monde la chance et le bonheur, laisse-moi les trouver chez lui...
you keep comin' round,
you're dying to watch me fall
jus because i fall so easy...
a friend of mine invited me to trivia night at flinders bar. I thought ok, why not... big mistake. It wasn't at all what we were led to believe it was... I never really knew just how quiet oxford street could be on a Wednesday night. I took a short jaunt into the colombian, where they now have cocktails. the barguy was cute. he asked me where i was headed, and suggested meeting up later, when he got off from his shift.
Speaking of the shift, that place is just dead... i've decided i no longer like this place. the people who frequent this establishment seem all to be really gross... yuck.
at stonewall they have a game called the "Malebox", which, if you've ever seen the UK QaF, it's like the babylon, in a way... you're given a number, and people will leave you messages.
we never got to write eachother cute messages, before we ended up in the cocktale bar... but i'm ahead of myself...
sitting with my number and my vodka, cruising the boys, my eyes lock with his. he was looking at me, and smiling... i smiled back. he was cute.. argh, nick don't stare ! so, survaying the crowd once more, my eyes once again hit his.. shit ! what is he doing ?! he's coming closer, sliding through the bodies between us.. he's now next to me.
"hey," he says with a nod and a wink, slipping a smoke out of his pocket, lighting it, and smiling...
"you've been here before, i've seen you..."
no way... !
"you're cute.."
i'm almost falling off my chair, here...
"you want to get a drink ?"
and so...
but, i don't know. judging by my track record, it may last 3 or 4 days, and he'll say he doens't want a boyfriend, of he's suddenly developed a penchant for boys with green eyes or blue hair.. who knows. all we can do is live for this moment. who knows what will happen tomorrow, all we can do is the now.
i walked him to the station this morning... all the way, we couldn't stop smiling, or laughing...
s'il existe dans ce monde la chance et le bonheur, laisse-moi les trouver chez lui...
you keep comin' round,
you're dying to watch me fall
jus because i fall so easy...