Hey yall! I know that I have been out the mix for a while, however it is not my fault. So the situation is that I recently moved in with this Black British chick that does not have internet. So no late night blogging for me. Plus the fact that work has been hectic and I am up to 12 cases now and I have total of 25 in my future. I am hanging in there, but hey, what can I say...life is giving me a run for my money. I am still salsa dancing on Mondays and getting pretty good at it. I have started going to a different salsa club on Wednesdays. One of my salsa teachers works at both places. I am meeting wonderful people and there is one pub that I frequent in which people know me by sight now. Not that it is that hard to miss me, considering that that my cuteness stops people in their tracks. Oh by the way this is a semi drunken post. So forgive me for my conceitedness. LOL!!!!
Romance
So last Friday I went out with Leanne to the local wine bar in Bishop Strotford and met a bartender that is the nephew of the owner. Boy, when I say that I was fucked up...I was! It was a whole lot of liquor (Quadruple shots of Jack Daniels, shots of Sambuca, and a bottle of champagne) flowing heavily, and I only paid for one drink. It appears, according to Leanne,that the bartender had a bit of a thing for me. Who am I to judge good taste:) We met his friend who I initially thought had tourettes and come to find out he had a chemically induced tourettes aka he sniffs cocaine. That guy asked to have sex with me and Leanne. Double ugh!!! He was soap opera good looking, but tourettes is not a cute thing to have. Another guy in the pub sat next to me and proceeded to tell me that he had been accused of many things. Can we guess what they could be???? Hmmmm...how about being a pedophile and having sex with underage girls. I had to inform the bloke that I was a social worker and that is his disclosure did not fly right with me. He eventually left and Leanne and I closed out the bar with my bartender and his cocaine induced tourettes friend. Needless to say, my bartender got quite drunk and his friend fell off the barstool flat on his back, so we had to call it an early night. The tourettes guy sent me a text and so I feel that it is a given I might meet my bartender again. Hmmm...stay tuned for that update.
I saw PMD this weekend, as well, to give him back his tupperware dish. He asked me again about something happening between us and I had to let him know that I was not interested. I will be straight with yall...he scares me! Have you ever met a man or a woman that looks at you so sensually (with bedroom eyes) that it lets you know that you will be in a world of trouble if you messed around with them? That is PMD's problem. He appears a bit too freaky deaky for me. Not that I can not hold my own, but damn. I am turning into a wuss. I admit it. Only thing is that I actually am more stubborn than anything else. When PMD told me that I would want to date him after our first group date, I kind of made it my mission to say 'no.' While at his house I could not stop giggling or look him in the eyes. Shit 30 is right around the corner...what is this giggling shit and the undercover blushing. I will have to work on that.
To all my beloved friends
You guys have been making it hard for me to stay in the UK. I want to come home to hold and hug yall. I want to say 'baby it will be okay.' I miss yall and some of the shit yall are going through is breaking my heart. I can't make yall stop and I can't make yall's pain go away.
Once love looked upon me and smiled.
I was fine to continue on with glee
Once my friend hugged me and told me I meant the world to them
I was fine to puff my chest out and think that nothing in the world could stop me
Once my heart found a family that would love me eternally
I was fine to be the person that I always wanted to be
The day my love left
I was fine to continue on because I still had my friends and family
The day my friends leave, then I know that I am left with nothing
The day my friends feel pain, is the day that I feel sorrow
I am unable to take their pain away
I weep for their pain hurts so deep
Deeper than any knife a surgeon may wield
I want to wrap them in the love that I have offer
However, I am human
And it is not enough
I LOVE YALL...KEEP YOUR HEADS UP AND MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICES. DAMMIT!!!!
Ok, so here's the story line. Roughly 1 year ago, an amazing woman from South Central Los Angeles decided after receiving her Master's degree to expand her horizons and venture off to London. So over the course of the next couple of years she will hope to bring two continents together through the eloquence of her words...ok that is complete and utter bullshit! Your not doing shit so just stay a minute for the hell of it!
Location: In a London borough not far away from 3 tube lines, England
About me: 1. Lover of all things Chocolate 2. Terrified of Texas flying Tree Roaches 3. New lover of roundabouts 4. The world is my oyster...w/out the fishy smell 5. God, does not like ugly...so rearrange yourself and your face
