Enter the Ballerina

I have just returned to civilisation from a mini-break in the countryside. It was a jolly relaxing hol as I was completely away from the hustle of city life and through a strange twist of fate it was completely devoid of pretty girls. This allowed me to have an awful lot of free time and allowed me to consider things, although mostly through the bottom of a glass of champagne.

Now that I am back in civilisation the usual round of parties begins again, tonight is a party for a rather raunchy company. The place is going to be awash with the usual faces from the industry and at least one girl I find rather comely.

I met her at another launch party a few months ago, but as I was in such a state of disrepair I left early rather then doing anything naughty with her. Last week she started emailing me about a few things and she is going to be at the party tonight, we shall call her the Ballerina as she is a classically trained dancer who has ended up in a slightly different area.

Part of me is worried that she may just be after me for my contacts and what I can do for her career but if this involves her taking me out for lunch a few times and possibly seducing me then I think I will just have to put up with such a ploy. After all, if someone tries that hard it would be rude not to.

Anyway I have a million and one things to do so I must return to work.

A meeting with a Show girl on a week night...

It's too hot to do anything, it was so hot last night that I turned down going for cocktails. This weather is having a serious effect on me.

Although perhaps a period of detox is a good idea, to many of my stories start with 'I was absolutely ruined, on a boat to Morocco' or 'The first thing I remember was a sharp pain in my back as the plane landed somewhere in Germany'. I don't think I have an alcohol problem, alcohol and I get along very well thank you and we have some fabulous adventures.

On the female side of things, it has been rather quiet, work has become awfully intensive and is taking up much more of my time than it aught too. I went for a coffee with a Dominatrix, she was entertaining enjoyably raucous and very womanly but alas has a boyfriend. Still she has insisted we go out for drinks soon, and has invited me to a couple of her parties which will be an enlightening experience to say the least.

The Show Girl asked me to her birthday party, quite out of the blue last time she was about. I am rather looking forward to it but I am not sure what to expect. It appears to be a small, select gathering, but who knows. I will go for a couple of drinks and then see how I feel.

She (The Show Girl) popped into work today for something and we had a breakfast of the pink champagne I presented her for her birthday. Sadly the champers was served in plastic cups, but it went down rather well, it took the edge off the heat at least. Just before she left she came over to say thank you for the champagne which I thought was very pleasant of her, politeness is such a rare quality these days.

I am rather looking forward to the party tonight, but I fear that if anything naughty did happen she would eat me alive, or something worse, still what a way to go...

The Date with the Amazon

I don't think this went as well as it could have, from the outside it looked very successful. We went to my favourite local bar and drank a very good wine while talking about all manner of things. She laughed at my stories and the eye contact was bountiful. After we left the bar we strolled down the river, and under a tree, in the moonlight with the soft whistling of the wind as the only sound we kissed.

And I felt nothing, my only thought that her lips were quite squidgy.

I'm not sure what this means, perhaps I have spent too much time in Soho recently and have lost my taste for women, or perhaps this one just did nothing for me - but then why did I ask her for drinks? I am at a loss.

Well obviously not at so much off a loss that I have cancelled any dates that are planned. I am meeting the Lady with the legs on the weekend, and then on Tuesday I am going for a drink or two with a Dominatrix, which should be entertaining. Until I met this one I had a very low opinion of Dominatrix (or should that be Dominatrici?) as they tended to be a bit impolite and expected you to do what they said. This one however is very charming. I am sure I still like cocktails so I will be able to pass the time either way.

Last night I had a quiet night in, it was a rare and enjoyable treat. Living and working in the same area of London has many benefits but the lure of going out is very strong, especially now that I have discovered a few bars that are packed with delightful girls and cocktails every day of the week. It would take a stronger willed chap than I to resist such a lure.

The Girl from Tennessee

Today I am ruined, ruined in the best possible way. My head is starting to feel decidedly unusual as I can feel the beginning of a hangover brewing. All is not lost as I am still basking in the warm glow of last nights fun.

I had another adventure in the local area, last night was supposed to be a quiet night in with a film. I was just make a hot milk before I got an early night when I got a call from H asking if I wanted a couple of pints somewhere nearby. After very little thought I said yes and we scampered off to a place I used to like that has been refurbished. I turned up about five minutes after H and took up a place at the bar, ready for a couple of beers before turning in.

Alas at some point the place filled up with exciting looking girls and we started drinking cocktails. We had good Mojito to open and then freely roamed across the cocktail list choosing on whims. Sadly our judgement wasn't perfect there was a decidedly dodgy moment with something that had rather too much vanilla vodka in it, we did discover a couple of gems as well. The Watermelon Martinis were absolutely spiffing. I am resolved to construct some at home very soon.

I got chatting to a girl to my right, asking her what she was drinking and if it was any good. This is one of the many benefits of having cocktails you can breeze up to almost anyone and ask them what they are having, which provides a suitable opener to a flirty conversation. I like cocktail places.

Anyway this girl was from Tennessee and had arrived in London, via Miami to work at new art gallery in New Bond Street. She was very entertaining and some-what confused by the way that English chaps wear pink shirts so happily. According to her, all chaps who wear pink shirts are gay, or at least bisexual. She then said she was a bit bisexual and smiled at me. And for that I forgave her rather extreme views on my favourite of colours.

We talked about all sorts of things, and somehow (I can't recall exactly) got onto the subject of strength, this girl thought she could best me in a fight. It was an interesting line to say the least, one which definitely requires further investigation.

At some point in our conversation another girl came and sat on my lap, completely uninvited I should add, which rather stalled the conversation for a moment but in a very British way I politely ignored her. She was a blond after all, unlike the very pleasant brunette from Tennessee.

A few more drinks later I left, as you can imagine my memory gets a bit hazy at this point. I do have the girl's card, on which she has added her mobile number and her email address so the evening was a success. H left with some other girls who were going to take him to an awful club, he was having a great time so we parted ways.

I am now looking at the card, thinking about my next move. I can't decide if I want to contact her or if I want to leave it as an enjoyable encounter in a bar that marked the start of a new period of mis-adventures and debauchery.

The girl with the pearl necklace.

Today is an almost perfect summers day. It is delightfully warm but with a cooling breeze like a slice of chilled cucumber in a gin and tonic. Work has been rather strange recently, with the move and things the company feels rather disjointed, every day feels like the last day of term when one is allowed to bring in games from home and watch wholesome videos.

The new office is but a short walk away from my house and to get to work I stroll through a deeply lovely regency period graveyard. It is blissfully quiet which gives me time to consider things and one can very readily imagine all sorts of exciting adventures starting in such a place, perhaps by observing the rites of a dastidly evil cult and having to race to Budapest to save the life of some interestingly complex young lady.

Or perhaps not, either way I enjoy the quiet and strong, untroubled lines of trees that are far more rugged, and real than the bouffanted selection of plants one finds in the parks of London.

On the woman side of things, I spent an enjoyable Sunday with the 'not-quite-an-old-flame' we went to a gallery and then for a few drinks along the river. I still find her intentions hard to read, perhaps it is the difference of cultures, or maybe she has just not decided for her self.

Today while doing a very dull task I flirted via text message with the Amazon, as a result of it we are finally going to go for drinks tomorrow. I am rather looking forward as she is a most enjoyably feisty young lady.

When we moved into the new place we did a bit of exploration of the surrounding bars and pubs to find which ones would be suitable for repeat visits, of course this will be an on-going adventure but time well spent I feel. In one of the latter pubs I got talking to a nice local girl with a pearl necklace and a tweed skirt. She was very charming and helped me carry the round of drinks back to the table as well as furnishing me with her phone number should I require more local knowledge.

I am so very happy to be in an area in which such girls are so very abundant, there was a paucity of them in my life before.