Today I feel like blogging about... (waits for inspiration)
Lord i dunno....there are 14 men in the tube carriage I'm in and none of them are attractive. Yesterday while out with Seany on the tube we spotted the most beautiful boy, can't have been older than 18...Swedish I think blond blue eyed with a perfect smile. He kept looking and smiling at us. Now Seany and I are both fairly confident we have to be with both our work and personal lives...but we couldn't go and say hi...we just couldn't
All I wanted to do was write my name and number on some paper walk over smile and say "hi I'm Joel, I think your really cute...gimme a call sometime"...while not forgetting to give him my number. But I couldn't my heartbeat doubled and I felt like I was gonna be sick at the thought of it. The funniest thought that went through my head was god I'd hate it if I tried to give me my number...god get some self confidence!
So next time, even though I doubt I will see somone as drop dead gorgeous as him (appart from Seany of course) I will try and view it like abseiling...scary as fuck, I could fall from a grey height onto my face...but I will probably feel elated once I've done it and if it pays off...
Ps. Fuck I've just changed for the bakerloo line and I've just left my brolly on the central grr
On another note, I find a gay racist saying he gets it from his parents ironic...mine are homophobic
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I know of a beautiful boy Swedish and the kid of oh-my-go-I-can't-move beautiful you mentioned, he's the singer of an 80's band Hanoy Rocks look him up you'll see what I mean.
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