Through my own neglect I lost somone recently (person A). Its no excuse but my mind is, as you all know fucked. Recently I have had a lot of things on it, and the poor bastard can only process one thing at a time (its like an ipad heavy, not that quick, crashes a lot and puts anyones arm to sleep who tries to hold it :P) I get distracted easily, it means that when I did receive a message off this person, I just forgot to reply. Its bad I know.
However Karma being the bitch she is has got her own back. About same time that I started to lose this person, somone else (person B) started to do the same thing. I would send a text, or two and get no reply. Im fairly certain they are going through something but obviously cant help. So I have started to see things from Person A's standpoint. The irony is, the cross over, hell if I didnt know better I would have thought this could have been Masterminded just to teach me a well deserved lesson.
As you may have seen, recently I havent blogged much...this is because I have been out getting a life. So today I shall try and catch up with as much as I can...in reverse.
I always used to go out on my own. london was my city, and it gave me all the confidence I needed to be able to go out on the town on my own. Ok, so I would never chat anyone up, but if somone came up and talked to me I wouldnt shy away in fear. So, as everyone was out, I decided to go for it and headed off to Soho after work. Dressed in my fav jeans with the tightest top I could manage so it showed off the fact I have lost weight without showing that I hadnt lost that much and a shirt over the top i wandered the length of soho looking at the sights and for a cheap night. After completing the length of soho with my shirt buttoned up, and not been offered a SINGLE free night I retraced my steps with my shurt unbuttoned. Supprisingly I was being given free enty to gay clubs within mins...no im not saying I have a fantastic body, just that most people think that you arnt gay unless your wearing a shirt so tight that it makes your pecs look like 2 iced buns with cherries on the top.
After making my way to Ku bar, i bought a drink and headed outside to smoke...trying to look that nice balance of not too lost yet adorable...yet falling for psychopathic and pervy I finally got talking to a group of people. By talking I mean that she pushed herself on me, grabed my hand and made me grope her within 5 mins. Shortly after as she was going to get another drink i found my neck being licked my cock being groped and my shirt being lifted...all in all a good night.
Later that evening after going homeI found myself making yet another large mistake...Wondering If infact I know those around me as well as i think I do, or infact myself. A stupid mistake that shouldnt have happend happend, and it only makes me sad to think about it.
However...you live and you learn...dont you?
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