Strange Day.

Sometimes you just have a day that ends of going in a direction you never expected. I like these days, and yesterday was a shining example.

At about lunch time I got an email from a girl I met at a party, a week ago or so asking me to another party at a rather well known strip club that evening, it was some charity do or something. We turned up and the place was awash with suits and of course strippers who were pitching rather hard for business. My date (who I should give a name to really) stated fairly on in the evening that we should get awfully drunk tonight. I always find that this is woman code for 'I have plans for you young man' so I knew the evening would be fun.

At around 8sh they stopped serving free champagne so it was time to move on to the next party, which was a re-opening of a bar. It was rather more glam then the last one and I drank some very pleasant cocktails while being photographed for a supermarket tabloid - I wonder if anyone will spot me. I met a wide range of people through the girl who is very much part of the social scene. After a while this party got a bit empty, although they were still forcing drink on us and a wide range of snacks - the strawberries with tangy sauce were especially good.

We went to the next club which was a rather airy place full of music types relating to a launch of a DVD. I met the son of someone I had heard of but that was about it. We (the lady and I) grabbed a booth in the corner and started talking about this and that. During this conversation we reached that point when you are talking to someone and your face is about an inch away from theirs. This is the point at which you start to notice sparks or not. We had some sparks, so I kissed her, and then again. Anyway after a bit of kissing and drinking we left and she dropped me off in a cab. She isn't the sort of girl to do anything deeply naughty on the first date but we promised to meet up this weekend, and I think we will.

In other girl news, the work experience girl (this is a new one) made some cakes for me today, she is very nice and enjoyably feisty but has no vices. Having no vices is worrying, I still rather like her and she writes wonderfully.

The girl on the bus was there again, and kept looking at me. If I hadn't been in the mist of an impressive hangover I would have done something. Although I don't know what yet.

The HipHop lady wants to meet up this weekend as well, I already have a stag-do booked in and I was thinking about going down to Brighton to see some old friends. At this rate I am going to need a P.A.

Three different girls.

A few things of note have happened since my last entry.

On Friday, while feeling rather worse for wear on the way home I bumped into the HipHop lady on the bus. I think that is the first time I have bumped into someone I was supposed to call. Well I suppose I have met the Princess a few times in Chelsea but that is an entirely different story. HopHop lady asked me to her birthday party the next day but as I was in a bit of a state still I didn't go. My weekends are now just recovery times, I haven't done anything productive at the weekend for months. We have spoken on the phone a couple of times since but I don't think it is going to go anywhere.

On Monday one of the ladies from the party emailed me, so I now know her name it was the older woman who had the nice hair. She was sending me flirty messages all of yesterday so that will pass the time at least. Yes, this was the one that was rubbing my leg at the party.

Also on the bus this morning I saw a beautiful woman who kept give me the eye. I really should have done something about it but I am feeling a bit rough today, I am unshaven and wearing ruffled work clothes. Still I am sure I will see her again, and if not well, there will be others.

There are few more bashes on the cards this week, so we shall see how it shapes up.

...a vague impression it was absolutely spiffing...

Last night was splendid, I drank a biblical amount of champagne and met some deeply lovely people. The party was held in a so-so place - far, far too many disco balls for my liking.

The actual event was very good. They were very free with the drinks which is always endearing and they were good drinks, although sea breezes were an option they weren't the only option. I dabbled with the cocktails but mostly stuck with the champagne, luckily one if the waiters appeared to take a shine to me so he kept me topped up for the evening.

The underwear was a bit so-so, I thought it was a bit cheap looking. Of course slightly slutty underwear has it's place but perhaps it is not Knightsbridge. The models were very pleasant looking, and appeared to be having a good time. I much prefer underwear models to normal ones and strippers. Normal models are a bit too thin, and strippers tend to have a few 'issues'. Underwear models have nice curves and enjoy strutting about in their pants which is something to be encouraged.

Anyway, I met two new girls at the party. The first was a slightly older woman who had something to do with an online company she was in good shape but I can't remember her name. To be honest I can't remember a great deal of the evening, apart from a vague impression that it was absolutely spiffing. Anyway this older women seemed pleasant and was clearly single as she kept rubbing my leg and going on about how she couldn't find a good man.

The second girl was rather lovely, she was a buyer for a high-street chain of women's clothes stores. She had lovely dark hair and as far as I can recall was very much my type. I only hope I made a good impression and didn't come across as too drunk. And if I did, well there will be a party next week.

As you may have worked out, I am still rather drunk, it looks like this weekend is going to be another one spent recovering.

Things to take your mind off that girl...

Thankfully I am not going to have to think about girl related situations too much today. I can bury myself in work and be terribly efficient, and this evening is a launch party for some underwear brand. These sorts of things are always good fun as they feature delightful women cavorting about in very pleasant underwear, the champagne doesn't hurt either.

Speaking of which I really should restock my fridge, I don't like not having champagne to hand. If I get company, surprise company it is nice to be able to offer a suitable chilled drink.

The last time I went to one of these underwear shows, it was one of the best nights out I have had in ages, do I hope this one performs as well.

A problem or not?

I met up with the lady with the legs yesterday for lunch. It was pleasant but I wouldn't say it went terribly well. I was slightly flighty after a rather complex morning of work, and there wasn't a great deal of spark. At the end of lunch vague promises were made to meet up and go to a jazz club but I can't say I believed them.

This puts me in a difficult place as while I quite like her, I have absolutely no time to be messed around in the same style as the Actress or the Princess. So I am faced with a problem, either I wait this one out to see how it progresses or I meet up with the Hip-hop lady or the Virgin for supper as I have promised for so long.

At this point I don't know which option to choose.

Martinis as far as the eye can see

Friday was entertaining, first we went to the show which was interesting in that it was new, I must admit some of the slightly forced clapping and things was a bit much but once it got rolling it was rather good. Next time a few drinks before hand would take the edge of things. The person I went with was terribly well dressed, showing off her lovely legs to excellent effect. I really should come up with a name for her, I would say 'the writer' but I do meet rather a lot of them, so perhaps that wouldn't be such a good name.

After the show we said hello to the various people in the bar that we knew. Before dashing off for some food, as we both were absolutely starving. We ended up in some place that she knew and ate an awful lot of oysters while sipping at the best bloody mary's in London (she said that and they were very good) after that we skipped over to a bar for a couple of Watermelon Martinis. The chap in the bar recognised her so we got even more strange drinks sent over including some frothy shots that were awfully nice.

This bar closed after a bit so we stumbled (it was getting to the stumbling period of the evening) to her local place and got some strange martinis that had coffee as a key part of it. They were rather good and perked things up. We danced a bit and while we were strutting about a couple took our seats in the booth, pulled the curtains closed and starting having sex. The bouncers got called in to get them to leave at which point the lady was rather undressed...

We sat somewhere else after that and chatted about a few things and established that this was actually a date. Which rather changes things don't you think?

Once the cocktails were finished we left as it was getting early and the booze was taking it's toil. We said our goodbyes and she kissed me briefly on the lips.
I caught a bus home, and ended up walking back with some girl who was only visiting London so wasn't exactly sure where she was going. It seemed the honorable thing to do after all.

The rest of the weekend was spent asleep, which was definitely needed.

Cocktails

Well the meeting was not as expected. There were a few people I knew in the bar talking about rubbish and I joined them for a couple of drinks. Almost exactly at the point that everyone I knew left she appeared (I suppose she needs a suitable name now) we stayed in the bar for a couple of drinks and talk about things while some people from work (in a rather drunk state) stumbled in to top up. They would spot us in the corner and would briefly pop over to say something silly.

When the bar closed we walked towards the main road to pick up a cab and got distracted by another bar at which we had a plethora of cocktails in a little booth downstairs. This is the point when I had my suspicions that this was turning into a date. We talked about all sorts of things and almost had a 'moment'. She is a writer and one of the things she does is bar reviews, she mentioned this to the chap, not in a major way but we were complimenting him on his cocktails and she said how she reviewed bars. After that we started to get free drinks which is always pleasant. When the bar closed, well a good time after that as the chap let us stay and continued to ply us with booze, we hopped on a bus home and she draped her legs across me. She does have lovely legs, so it was hardly a trial - and she was wearing a beautiful green dress. We parted company and she kissed me lots of times on each cheek before scampering off.

I am still not entire sure what is going on with her but it is all a pleasant experience and we are going to meet up on Friday to go to a recording of a T.V. show that a friend is a producer on.

Hip-Hop girl wants to meet up next week for drinks or as she puts it 'to make a hangover'

Me Dancing?

Yes I know I should post more often than this, but then things have been happening that have taken up time. Rather a lot of drinking, a party or two and some rather interesting women at said parties.

Strange things have been happening, l I danced, yes I danced at a party and had fun. Admitedly I had drunk a Methuselah of champagne before but it has been a while since I danced. And dancing appears to work, this lady who is in charge of some hip-hop festival was very taken with it and decided to get to know me better.

I haven't kissed someone on the dance floor like that since school, it was a bit strange really.

I also met a lovely girl with gold shoes who was deeply charming, I do hope she emails me.

Anyway the reason I am doing an entry now is I am waiting to meet up with a girl after work and I need to kill some time. I am really not dressed to meet her as I am very much in casual clothes. Of course if she finds this attractive than I am on to a winner. It probably doesn't help that I was out last night and came home in a bit of a state so I am not quite as well groomed as one would hope.

I am trying to have a week with out too many girls, they are a very expensive hobby and I need to get some sleep.

At the weekend I was trying to think about what I really wanted out of it all. Part of me would like to be in a relationship with someone but the other, slightly more animalistic part of me thinks that settling down at this point in my life would be such a great waste of good times.

Perhaps I am just waiting for the right girl, who knows?

I am keeping this post short because this blasted webpage has a habit of destroying posts if I leave them too long.

Three dates and a dress.

Well as always a party organised by the Hostess never goes exactly as planned. I turned up rather late, so things were in full swing by the time I appeared.

Not-quite-an-old-flame was there, with her new boyfriend who was very Greek looking. Which makes sense considering that she is Greek. Anyway she was jolly friendly and we are going to go out on Friday. I am not entirely sure how that happened, or exactly how. As when I was travelling to the party I was thinking to my self how it was probably a good thing that we never went out.

As the them of the party was H, two people had turned up looking like the Hostess in lovely summer frocks. At one key point on the dance floor all the men were in skirts (and kilts) or dresses. Thankfully the Hostess, seeing that I didn't quite look the part anymore rushed up stairs and found me a suitable frock.

I spend the rest of the evening in drag and discovered don't have the legs for a summer dress which I can't decided is a good or a bad thing.

The Virgin emailed me today, and suggested Thursday for a date. The half Japanese hairdresser has asked for Wednesday. The latter half of this week is going to be busy, and what will I wear?

Wodehouse and Togas

I am still recovering from yet another drinking session with L. I met an old female friend of his, who later turned out to be an ex. We drank an awful lot and talked about Wodehouse and how cows were actually lizards. It was the sort of thing that makes you remember what pubs are for. We even had a loony turn up for a bit but L got him to go away, everything you could want really. L and his friend are both writers, so it was interesting to hear them talk about their projects.

Tonight I am going to the party I mentioned before. Which will be an interesting experience I imagine, as The Not-quite-an-old-flame will be there so that meeting will be, something at least. I don't think I am going to drink that much I feel decidedly strange after three days of drinking and perhaps another day wouldn't be too wise. I still haven't worked out what I am going to wear for the theme - I Have a toga knocking about so perhaps that; if I can think of a good reason.

I have been thinking about our Designer a bit over the last few days, I still can't work out if I fancy her but she is lovely and tall...