Possibly the worst band in the world

Well it appears I have been forgiven for the texting mistake. I spoke to the not-quite-an-old-flame on the phone last night, while walking to meet up with another girl. Anyway I will see the not-quite-an-old-flame on Saturday.

The date I was going to went okay, it was in many ways a typical first date - more of an interview than anything else. It got a lot more fun when the band started playing as they were absolutely awful. It was a large band fronted by a tiny chap in what appeared to be Jedi robes. Every two songs he would change his scarf, he started off with brown, went for the white briefly before choosing a rather natty orange one.

His performance style was amusing as well, he would turn is back on the audence and mumble nonsense into the microphone. He would also restart his 'songs' if the crowd wasn't 'feeling' the music. I think I will go back to the bar on a Wednesday, it was full of pretty girls and the band can't be that awful every week.

Anyway, the date went well as dising a band is always very bonding. I will see her again next week, provided nothing shocking happens at the weekend.

So many women, so little caffeine

The second work experience woman appeared yesterday, she was pure 'Camden' with dyed red hair and a face full of metal. Not very pretty but she did seem rather loud which seems to be an important thing around here. I am sure she is a nice person really.

I shaved my beard off yesterday and it had an almost magical effect. I went out to do some light food shopping and met a delightful young lady who is a hair colourist and is half Japanese. We are going to go for a drink at some point next week.

I have a party coming up with The Hostess (A good female friend, who I have never fancied but who is deeply lovely and has great parties) who I haven't seen for ages. She called me last night to remind me. The theme is 'H' so you have to dress in a suitable manner. Anyway, I texted an old not-quite-a-flame on a whim to see if she was going and we had a rather pleasant mildly flirty text conversation for the rest of the evening and I went to bed with a bit of a smile on my face.

This smile disappeared when I realised that I had been texting the sister of the girl I intended to be talking with. The sister with a rather large boyfriend, still I think I managed to get away with it - I hope.

I haven't had any coffee all day, I feel very strange.

Girls in the Office.

We have some work experience people in the office today, well by 'some people' I mean a pretty girl, she is small, blond, pretty and terribly earnest. She also speaks like my ex-girlfriend The designer.

Anyway, she (the new girl) is going to be about for a couple of weeks so that should be fun, at the very least she might be fun to take out for lunch. To add to the enjoyment we have another girl coming in at 5pm this place is going to be positively awash with nubile young students. I hope the other one is as pleasant.

I think I am going to have to shave tomorrow if all this women are going to be about, while men seem to think I look good with a beard, women are less receptive. I don't remember beards being so ichy either.

I know I promised that I would describe my 'type' but I have been a mixture of busy and distracted today.

Miami, and women of the world.

Miami was good, it was extremely hot and full of very interesting women. I do find American women rather appealing. Although I am told one should only date them, never marry them; I don't quite know why that is.

The trip was mostly uneventful, I didn't want to get too close to anyone as I am not even slightly tempted to do the whole trans-Atlantic thing again not after what happened with the Dancer; good for the air-miles bad for the soul.

At the moment I am just not tempted by flings, perhaps I am growing out of them? I just can't be bothered to go through the machinations of seduction again. Or perhaps I just want a more unusual first meeting rather than the trio of dates. That was one of the entertaining things about the Actress, the dates we went on never went entirely as planned which always made them amusing if rather scary.

After careful though I think I should go to Italy and New York as soon as possible, mostly in the pursuit of interesting women. Although perhaps New York should be more of a social visit as I don't really date outside Zone 2. Yes I am aware that Italy is outside zone 2, but one could go there for weekends with relative ease, not much more trouble than a trip back home.

Of course I could just make a bit more of an effort to meet Italian women in London, I have happened across them before, of course anyone meeting the type is allowed they don't have to be Italian...

Packing and Parking

I didn't go to the party at the writers, I couldn't face the trek across London, which was probably a shame but, meh, I do these things. So I spent most of the weekend getting things ready for my holiday, although I haven't actually put anything in a suitcase so far I have spent a lot of time doing packing related things plus a bit of light shopping before the trip, I am trying to save cash for when I get there but the new spring/summer collections are in and I saw the most beautiful pink jumper that I simply must have.

On Sunday evening while watching The OC and digging out my summer clothes, I got a call from The Actress, who wanted to know if the parking machines on the street near where I live were free after 8pm. Yes it is clearly marked on the signs, so I can only assume that she had some other motive for wanting to call me. She mentioned she was meeting someone at the hotel nearby or something, but as I couldn't really care either way an air of affected cool wasn't terribly difficult to produce.

The more I think about it the more I am glad I am not going out with her, she was in essence a pleasant person, a real survivor and she was absolutely devilish in the bedroom but it wasn't like
she was all there when you were talking to her.

Anyway, I have a million and one things to do today before I jet off so I shall have to continue this later.

Soho and Dinner parties

I went out last night with L in Soho, it was last minute thing with no real planning and it nearly didn't happen. Last time we went out for a drink in Soho it was after the Actress (of the adult kind) stood me up for a party and I needed to go and be misogynistic for a while. At the time we thought Soho would be a good place for this due to the rarity of women there. It turned out that this was slightly wrong but we had a great time anyway and ended up in some basement bar drinking wine with some gay Chinese architects.

So this time we went out with a bit less of a goal in mind, I didn't feel the need for total destruction and L was in a rather rummy mood too. We ended up going on a bit of a pub crawl ending up having some extremely strong cocktail in a place that was about to close down. This cocktail absolutely broke us and I ended up accidentally spraying ice everywhere, I am still not entirely sure how. Still a good night all round really.

The Writer has asked me to a dinner party at her house tonight which could be fun, we never slept together (she asked me but the situation would make some other things awkward) but she does have some very good fun friends and owes me a date after I set her up with one of my friends. Either way she is jolly entertaining company and it will be a night full of giggles.
I have absolutely no idea what to wear as I am supposed to be washing things ready for my trip to Miami - perhaps something a touch less caddish for a change, but saying that I have a lovely smoking jacket that really needs an airing.

I wonder if this dinner party will be a repeat of the last one where I ended up befriending a load of porn stars and having a rather naughty experience for the whole of the next day with a sexpert, perhaps I should dress up a bit.

Money, cheek bones and doors.

Well today is turning out to be pretty damn spiffing. I checked my bank balance and I have three times the money I hoped I would have. This monk style of living(I am off women for a while to detox) with lots of working out and pure homemade food is good for my bank balance and my body.

Miami is going to be absolutely smashing now.

In other news I got rather a ribbing from the chaps in the office when I had a 5 minute conversation about different tanning techniques with Amy when she popped in - I am using her real name because I am not going to say anything naughty about her, apart from the fact she is delightfully curvy and has lovely cheek bones. Still it is important to know about these things (tanning not cheek bones) and well I am a fop so it is to be expected.

I opened the door for some women today on the way out of the Coffee shop, she was rather surprised by the whole thing. Women do tend to be shocked if you are polite, even giving up a seat on a bus requires a bit of effort these days. My door related adventures should provide me with some Karma credits which I can spend in Miami doing devilish things with (or to) the locals.

Cocktails and Coquettes

My pre-holiday tanning doesn't seem to be progressing quite as well as I would like it to. Although I am slightly darker it is not the deep brown I was holding out for. Maybe in the next few days it will kick in a bit more so I can wear my white suits with pride.

I got emailed by the Princess last night, she has a flat to let somewhere in central London for and absolute steal. I must admit I am tempted, but part of the reason for taking the flat would be just an excuse to see her again and that wouldn't be terribly clever. I don't date girls who smoke, so ones with coke habits are really off limits.

The chaps already in Miami have been instructed to start investigating the night-life before my arrival, so far they have been to a place called Christopher's which doesn't sound terribly good and some Rock Place (not really my sort of club either) clearly when I appear I am going to have to work hard to find somewhere suitable for cocktails and coquettes.

Enter The Virgin

I got texted last night from the Virgin, she wants to go out for supper which is good, but sadly both of are going to be in and out of the country that it is going to have to wait for a bit.

I feel I should point out The Virgin is titled as such because she is a writer and she writes about how she still hasn't had sex (Due to not the right person yet, but she is looking forward to it). And I also got her number before I found out this fact, to be honest I would prefer if she was experienced as girls who know what they are doing are more fun.

Anyway it should be fun either way.

Hmm, I wonder if this works.

Lets see shall we?

Okay lets open with a description.

Mostly (adj) For the greatest part; mainly. Generally; usually.

Louche (adj) Of questionable taste or morality; decadent: