Chicks

are abundant but somehow I didn't "see" anyone interesting. Got chatted up by an Irish girl in Soho, we talked the whole night and she was amazed by the huge content inside my little head. She was totally into me and couldn't wait to see me next. I asked to meet the following weekend but she called to say that's too long. She wanted to see me middle of the week. Fine, she was the one having to take a two hour train to central London. I took her to Kensington Gardens, just across the road from where I lived. It was a totally sweet, old skool, innocent, we drank Coke in a park date. Well, I'm old skool and sweet.

But sparks didn't fly... on my side.


It's amazing how much people dressed up for clubbing, so much so that they are almost unrecognisable the next day. Lesson of the day, don't meet people in clubs and date them during the day unless you're prepared to be surprised.

We went for my favourite ice-cream afterwards (again, my idea) and it seemed like a totally pukey sweet date in the 50s. She was
completely melted by the ice-cream.

I bumped into a friend working at the ice-cream place and we talked about tattoos and how I wanted her to design one for me. Irish girl suddenly got upset and told me that tattooing is her dream job. It was unsaid but her face told me that she was jealous because I asked my friend (a.k.a. the other chick) to poke needles on my skin but not her. That's the end of the road.

After her, nothing much happened for a while. Then, there was this American chick that stayed in the hostel totally swept me away. She was so hot I melted everytime I saw her and my nose almost bled, if not for the cold London weather. We talked, we hung out a few times and went to London Pride together but it was just me having a huge crush on her.

Then, it was another Canadian Vietnamese Chinese chick. Not so big but still a crush.