Sinning at the Saint

LONDON, United Kingdom

July 12, 2007 (Thursday)

The Foggy Albion had a nice weather today, for a change. Tonight I went for our forgotten after-work drinks with my close friend, Will, and a former colleague from the United States, Mark. We have not done in a long time since we live in different cities now. As I was walking with Will, one very good-looking man stopped us and asked me where was I from? When I said "[...]," he told that he thought I was more exotic than that. My friend and I laughed and continued our way. The Paternoster Square was full of yuppie City people. We made our way to the Saint Bar next to the London Stock Exchange.

Mark is a 40-year-old journalist whose wife left him last year. It is sad but true that media professionals have the highest divorce rate among all other professions. Mark moved on after a while but he is still angry at his spouse. He is still hurting and I totally understand him. Sometimes we try to kill our feelings by dating and having sex with others. However, feelings do not die; they are just being buried deep down in our conscience. Feelings need time to fade away but even that is hard at times. Past memories and feelings flash right in front of our eyes when we see or hear something that reminds us our past relationships. We may feel fine physically but spiritually we still ache in silence and solitude. Of course, life conditions dictate our decisions, and we must move on because we have to.

We were having our usual drinks – beer and a cider – with food. Our eyes were running around since there were so many hot men and women. The waitress serving our table was a beautiful lady from Lapland. Of course, there were some flirting and phone exchanges. As we were smoking our cigars, we decided to go to Venus, the striptease bar, since we all got excited after looking at gorgeous but yuppie City studs and sweeties. Later at home, we had some wine as Trisha Goddard was talking about relationships on television. According to her, relationship is a mirror, and we always have to put ourselves in our partners' places and think how we would react and feel. She also mentions that there is too much choice thrown at us and that we always have to keep in mind that, and be more forgiving and understanding. This program made us a bit depressed. I smoked the very last cigarette of the very last Danish L&M pack. Will and I took some antidepressant pills to relax. I am on my way to bed and hope that tomorrow will be better.

Aloha,

~ζ