chemistry boy came over last night and stayed over. he turned up at about 1am so all we did was sleep. my sheets still smell of him which is nice.

we'd both consumed a small developing country's gdp worth of alcohol this week, so falling asleep was easy. the last time i stayed over we didn't cuddle, so it was nice that we did cuddle. but not good in that it's more intimate to just sleep together and not do anything. i'm not ready for intimacy, and i can feel myself liking him.

we woke up and went for brunch at a local pub, got sleepy from the ale and came home to nap some more. it was really nice. much nicer than hanging out with im boy, and that was fun.

i think i'm in big trouble.

dating in the ol' blighty

chemistry man has a new nickname from my friend sophia following a two hour transatlantic debrief which makes sprint very happy with her next cell phone bill. sophia's christened him good sex guy on account of my reports of the two nights i've spent with him.

so last night i head over to his place, he picks me up from the station and i get to check out his pad. he lives alone in a cute little one bedroom which was in quite a good state for a bachelor pad. we end up necking as soon as i get there, then ended up ordering in pizza and watching sitcoms on tv. we like the same programs which is good as there was no fighting for the remote. it felt quite datey but as there was no cuddling as we slept i think balance was restored to the universe of 'what's happening with us'. this morning we wake up and he does a coffee run and returns with a muffin for me. apparently he was astounded by how i was wolfing down the pizza last night. i tell him that women who love to eat also love sex, which he seemed to agree with. i think he thinks i'm an insatiable nymphomaniac. which may be a good thing, right? or it could completely scare him off given the nature of our acquaintance. i'm always hungry the morning after sex. it's like swimming. i'm always starving after a swim as well.

we took a walk by the canal with coffees and cigarettes. it wasn't exactly reality bites but it was most pleasant. i just need too make sure i don't develop any feelings for him and the whole scenario would be sweet.

can't wait for my crew to head back to london so everything will return to normal and i will be less distracted by men.

the buzz

how important is chemistry in the grand scheme of things?

for a one night stand, quite essential. for a shag buddy, i'd say it's a mandatory. but for a relationship, i guess you're lucky if you have it, but compatibility and love are more important.

in between friends though i think it is crucial. not sexual chemistry, but just people chemistry. i know my whole crew have it with each other. it's a buzz you get from seeing each other, or even seeing their name on the screen of your cell phone.

the whole chemistry thing is top of my mind because a few days ago chemistry boy came over and we ended up answering the question which had been on our minds for the past few weeks. it was a good answer. and it turns out the chemistry is there even when we're sober. i'm slightly confused, as i've met another guy who is lovely, the type of guy who will hold your hand firmly, walk on the outside of the street like a gentleman, and gently stroke your hair as you cuddle together in front of the tv. but i can't stop thinking about chemistry boy. when he kisses me all i want to do is kiss him back, and keep kissing him. i guess you can get bored of kissing someone, just as the spark fades and people stop having sex. but i'm puzzled with this whole shindig. it's a nice type of confusion though.

it's been years since i've had chemistry with someone. i think. i don't even remember. apparently i had chemistry with the first guy i slept with. my friends remember it, but i certainly do not. maybe the sleaziness of this guy wiped all any existence of a sexual spark in my mind, but i cannot recollect any feelings as such. bygones.

chemistry is different to a connection. the one who got away and i had a connection, but i seriously do not have a desire to see him naked nor revisit that path. i love him dearly, but it's just too much water under the bridge. but i love him dearly, and i know he will be in my life long after the others have left.

weddings - the ultimate pick up joint?

apparently weddings are the best places to meet people. well that and work.

at a recent wedding, all i picked up was a very delicious cake. it was a hamptons wedding, one of those where the wedding party danced under the full moon as a the waves whispered, barely audible under the four piece jazz band, against the shore. the problem with the city crew is that all the guests are people whom i've known for decades, and all the single men are my ex boyfriends. and since i don't plan on getting back together with any of them, they tend to be scenarios where i eat, drink, dance, make merry and leave alone after breakfast in our finest at katz's downtown.

weddings in the ol blighty are a totally different scenario. fresh crowd, fresh blood. yet i still can't get it right. recently i've been locking lips with two guys. one i should have met at a wedding years ago, but had to forgo because of work commitments. the other i should have met in a few month's time at what i am sure will be a lavish wedding of the year. but given the bad timing i seem to have even with weddings, what i can foresee resulting is not only the sacrifice of the excitement of a wedding hook up, but also an awkward scenario where someone is going to get their ego bruised - probably me again. the thing with dating, especially multiple dating is it's more fun when the parties don't know each other. although in reality that is hardly the case, what with the city being so small and dateable men being listed almost as publicly as the real estate or wedding announcement sections of the times.

so, if things progress as normal i know i'll be leaving that upcoming wedding with another slice of wedding cake as i drag myself back up to the village, my dancing shoes and purse swinging in one hand and a giant cup of coffee in the other. but after a swell wedding, none of that really matters in the end.

chemistry, or alcoholic haze?

the other day i went to dinner with some married friends of mine who moved back to the city and were visiting. it was just them, me, and the best man from their wedding, which i missed because of work. as they were flying back to jfk we had dinner at heathrow. after they left, the best man
suggested we get a drink. and drink we did, and ended up making out like teenagers on the subway.

they say the best way to meet men is from work or through friends. but these are totally dangerous territory because of the emotional minefield that happens as a result.

so i'm not sure if i like this guy, or if i was just drunk. if we have chemistry, or i was just drunk. either way, he didn't call the day after. which in my book is not a good thing...