warmlove's Diaryland Diary

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How do Vampires 'make love'?

*take care of your soul*

Some very interesting twist and turns and coincidences of late...Last night in particular felt like a dodgy rum-soaked TV Drama!Again, through my own foolish doings i am absolutely shattered!!Trying to live a life of much socialising, full, full time work, drama school work and prep and rest and relaxation..without erm , spending the money i need to pay for Drama schoolor fainting on shop floors.

(btw...acquired a beach print playsuit, pair of gold grecian sandals, a flamingo top, two pairs of animal print knickers for �6 quid...thankyou Lord Primark...how clothes can be that cheap is another trout to saute at a later date perhaps!)

so last Wednesday met up with Mr Jack Robbie Williams Evans (he's so 1997 it makes me sick! And he was only bloody born in 1993!) in the gorgeous, hot weather. We did exactly what each other hoped each other wanted to do...go to Sainsbury's, get an 8 pack (2 1/2 8 packs in the end) and sit under the London Eye! Was lovely. Then we moved out Hobo esque boozing to opposite The National Theatre (examined the Laurence Olivier statue, (I rubbed his bronze foot for good luck) like true (gulp) Drama students)Then a dude with a name badge reading "Paddy" came over with a perky blonde girl "Charlotte". Paddy was really eyeing up Jack saying how good-looking and Spanish-looking he was haha and we chatted for a bit (Paddy, family from Mayo..for once I guessed an Irish person's county correctly, not based on anything, just a lucky guess!!) Then they offered us a free gourmet BBQ and glass of champagne on the roof of The National Theatre! No catch..we went up and it was so gorgeous, full of wealthy looking, folks, us looking a bit like lil scruffbags. Felt so relaxing! we ended up sat next to two girls....sounded like posh southerners..as I'm sure I do to many so no offence meant..we chatted small talk with them for a bit then we couldnt help but hear bits of their conversation.."Well she said she'd come up as soon as he'd finished his golf." "I can't decide on Thailand or Bali..both are so lush"..me and Jack caught eye contact and could NOT so laughing..that great kind of silent laughter where you convulse and tears start to form! When we finished our slowly-sipped token flute out on the balcony I think they clocked us as having been potentially laughing at them, we discussed each other from opposite sides of the room garden..they demanded to know "Do we get pudding' when the waiter looked at them with disbelief the blonde one repeated slowly as if instructed a toddler..'err, DESSERT. What do we get for Dessert?'Hehe, knobs.

So last night, Saturday night met up with Andrew and Anna, went to Carnaby Street pub..so lovely to see them. Anna is just graceful and caring and funny, Andrews morphed into this wise guru figure! haha, No, he's the same but there's something more serious yet less serious about him...wow, strange little analysis there, but it was great to see them. It weird when you know you prob have one catch-up drink with people every six months...it makes you feel like you cant waste time with idle chit chat, there's pressure to be entertaining and interesting. Then Andy had called saying he was about and he (Misfits cash to splash i suppose!) jumped in a taxi from Stokey down to us. He was very funny, got on great with A and A. Then it was suggested we go to the infamous The Bar, by The Spanish bar off Oxford Street..the end of many a great or mediocre night has happened there! But A and A had to get the tube so me and a progressively more drunk and more huggy-huggy Andy walked the long way round to The Bar. Got there, had a beer each when Andy seemed really sleepy drunk and wanted to go home, I was ready to hop o' the Clapham bus at that point. Andy staggered off to the loo and I waited for ages outside for him. Had a nice chat with a man outside about my fictitious boyfriend and why I wasn't at home with him and instead waiting for a drunk male friend. Before i could get fully into my pasionate speech about why that opinion's Victiorian bullshit, guess who I see strolling past, bold-as-shoulder-girdle-tension-brass? Band boy ignored by recently at couples BBQ, also one of Andy's best friends. So I call him over and say (maybe a little too dramatically) you've got to save Andy! I've never seen him this pissed, I think he's passed out in the toilets'. So I make band boy run in Fireman style to save his mate...he comes out a few minutes later saying that he couldn't see him and he must have gone home while I was waiting outside for him! So I, for SOME REASON, demand that him and his friend wait for me outside(!?) and I go in, walk down the steps and who do I see straight away, dancing a la Robyn...Mr Andy! I drag him out, he's confused but overjoyed to see Band boy and clearly his second wind has been launched. We go into a place up the road that I've never been to and is much better that The Bar..better music, friendlier people. We dance. At one point I talk to band boy about finding his old EP and playing it to my housemates. I'm too nice, why massage his ego...Hmmm, I wasn't definately trying to you-know-what but when Andy came back yet again from his spiritual home, The WC..he goes "Are you together with [band boy] again?"

Weird question, and that quick? Really? I'm old meant to him and do I want to go there again? It didn't lead anywhere, he's just broken up with his girlfriend AND he's rude and aloof...the last point being the most salient of course...That was my subtext. My line in the script of life was: "No"...delivered with a incredulous tone of course.
Anyway, Andys dancing with me gets too close and he wont let go of my hands, I crave the freedom of solo dance to these 60's and 80's pop indie-rock hits. He wants to go...I want to stay for stupid reasons..love, affection, I don't have the 'Go Home gene'. Band boys clearly getin it on with this relatively short girl...reminds me of that Taco girl from an episode of 'Girls'(Aychh Bee Oh!)..she does a twist-off with me at one point as I'm sure we did last summer....
Andy's now persuaded me to leave. It is kicking out time..the halogens have been switched on revealing sticky-floored reality. I wait for him again outside a toilet, band boy and Taco girl leave...I go looking for Andy outside..a couple of boys are walking out in front of me one is going "Oh, my god, the bar maid was beautiful" (probably 'fucking fit' he said but I'm romantising it!) and I say he should have given him her number (thinking this is what all the Wigan people younger than me do) he says 'really?' I say 'Yeh, that's the thing to do apparently'. He goes "Can I have your number?". He offers me a cigarette, I accept (bad of course for me to socially smoke,or smoke full stop haven't done it for a while). So we talk for ages outside..He seems like an actor type, but he is not, he is a bit (quite a bit) younger than me (21! Gulp. 6 years older, creepy, No? We look the same age! I swear! He didn't believe I am 27(other compliments about my 'beauty' were laid out for me to examine..haha. I'll take a compliment but if I never hear from them again then it's all pointless!)..asks if he can kiss me..the usual hoo haah that some would find ridiculous, others charming. The fact that he's a Uni student comes out and of course he has a band because its me... Ms. Find-a-Cliche-Mc-Cliche-Live-the-Cliche...Turns out their sunny pop, 60's influenced..like The Thrills..and yes, has had a run in with that Irish band man (from a couple of years ago!) recently! Small-world indeed, in soho basement clubland I mention that I briefly knew him in the past...

End up staying in the student house he's crashing in cos he's 'between homes' and all his junk is in the living room of the house (such a me thing to do)
He plays some piano music..of course..drinks bacardi raw in bed and smokes before we go to sleep. Yes sleep.Sleep only.
Waking up for work he doesn't stir..I whisper "wake-up it's Christmas" in his ear, that doesn't wake him. Maybe he was faking sleep for the 3 hours I was awake and couldn't get back to sleep to avoid an awkward situation! I left a note (cringe) and I reluctantly put my number at the bottom of it...knowing that there is the curse of giving your number when its not asked for....a day later, how do you think the curse is panning out? Shame, but, what could I do with a 21 year old London boy. That dude that played Loki in Thor that's who he reminded me of, with a bit of Alex James. Don't think he was camp.
I just want someONE of this genre to text me! Thinking makes it so. This is SUCH a 20 yer-old 'problem'..At 27 I should not be grappling with how to get a male to send me a written message down a phone signal.

I knackered..need sugar and rest..trying to not eat much/ be healthy to lose weight I probably don't NEED to lose. People I haven't seen for a few months are saying I've lost loads of weight...face , arms...as long as I'm not getting that lined old-face from weight loss! Back to Wigan in less than a week....I can't wait, moving into spanking new house, can't wait to be back even if for a week, then back to london if the Trenchfield labour drizzles out!Fingers xed there'll be shit loads! squeeze into some denim shorts and a lumberjack shirt! Yummy!
x

9:27 p.m. - 2012-07-29

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