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.