i was out with a bunch of people last weekend. we were all passable for sub thirty, in reality physically and mentally hovering on or just past the edge of three decades of existance in this crazy sexy cool world of ours. and all single.
which meant in reality we were really so disheartened with the bullshit out there we were truely glad to be single because there was no one out there that really was worth getting into bed for.
take phillipe. at 29 he was a cute and vibrant complete with a sexy accent, a twinkle in his eye and a bravado that suggests a roll in the cab on the way home would be a pleasant distraction, one to pull out of the album when the clouds hang over the mundane periods of your social calendar. but we spent most of the time talking about how we truely could not be bothered trying to pull. and there is 99% of truth in that proclamation. the other 1% was spent sussing out if the other person would be pliable after that little pill kicked into effect. which truth be told had we not left the joint before midnight. would probably have enticed us both a bit more to a one nighter. phillipe and i spent the night sparking up malboros and downing fine larger with the other muskateers, jessie and richard. phillipe, jessie and richard met in a hotspot asian town as expat kids in the nineties whilst daddy was making his fortune and mummy was society hostest about town.
jessie is 28, but looks 24 thanks to her oriental mother, with a sophistcated air that comes from growing up in various capital cities around the world. she was roped into the soiree by our mutual friend bob, a larrikin aussie who despite being completely sloshed is your proverbial social butterfly and an excellent host in ensuring his guests were all given proper introductions and established enough commanalities to continue the conversation when he begun to circulate. i last saw him canoodling in the corner with a p. y. t, but then again bob being 26 technically robs the cradle less when he is championing a 20 year old girl.
back to jessie. she and richard were a couple in the 90's, and i'd go as far to say richard probably was her l'amour premier, which to see them with a true affection for each other warms even cynical old souls like me. and jessie is hot, and at 7pm was looking for a bit of fun with a young thang. even after the alcohol and drugs kicked in at 8pm, she was girl enough to realise after a survey of the joint that this was not a feasible goal unless she dropped her standards. and i am proud to say she did not. it's just we were better company. great conversation, nicotine and other toxins just makes one realise that once you could prove to yourself you can pull on such factors to do so without that va va voom was just plain pathetic.
which meant in reality we were really so disheartened with the bullshit out there we were truely glad to be single because there was no one out there that really was worth getting into bed for.
take phillipe. at 29 he was a cute and vibrant complete with a sexy accent, a twinkle in his eye and a bravado that suggests a roll in the cab on the way home would be a pleasant distraction, one to pull out of the album when the clouds hang over the mundane periods of your social calendar. but we spent most of the time talking about how we truely could not be bothered trying to pull. and there is 99% of truth in that proclamation. the other 1% was spent sussing out if the other person would be pliable after that little pill kicked into effect. which truth be told had we not left the joint before midnight. would probably have enticed us both a bit more to a one nighter. phillipe and i spent the night sparking up malboros and downing fine larger with the other muskateers, jessie and richard. phillipe, jessie and richard met in a hotspot asian town as expat kids in the nineties whilst daddy was making his fortune and mummy was society hostest about town.
jessie is 28, but looks 24 thanks to her oriental mother, with a sophistcated air that comes from growing up in various capital cities around the world. she was roped into the soiree by our mutual friend bob, a larrikin aussie who despite being completely sloshed is your proverbial social butterfly and an excellent host in ensuring his guests were all given proper introductions and established enough commanalities to continue the conversation when he begun to circulate. i last saw him canoodling in the corner with a p. y. t, but then again bob being 26 technically robs the cradle less when he is championing a 20 year old girl.
back to jessie. she and richard were a couple in the 90's, and i'd go as far to say richard probably was her l'amour premier, which to see them with a true affection for each other warms even cynical old souls like me. and jessie is hot, and at 7pm was looking for a bit of fun with a young thang. even after the alcohol and drugs kicked in at 8pm, she was girl enough to realise after a survey of the joint that this was not a feasible goal unless she dropped her standards. and i am proud to say she did not. it's just we were better company. great conversation, nicotine and other toxins just makes one realise that once you could prove to yourself you can pull on such factors to do so without that va va voom was just plain pathetic.
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