Slutty Saturday and Man-Eater Sunday

LONDON, United Kingdom

July 14–15, 2007 (Saturday and Sunday)

It is pouring from buckets outside, thunders and lighting pierce through the ambient sound of London. Rain drops are tickling my windows and Steve Wonder is singing my mom's favorite song – I Just Called to Say I Love You – as I am smoking a cigarette. I love thunder and lightning; it reminds me of my careless childhood. We used to play outside and count intervals between each thunder and lightning for our science class. Oh, what a beautiful scene outside...

It has been a wonderful weekend so far. Fortunately, I woke up with no hangover on Saturday, finished the bottle of red wine from Friday and rolled my morning fag. After awhile, I felt so blue and was crying over 'the spilled milk.' Then I decided that I should listen to my instincts which were saying to have fun, enjoy my youth and clear my mind. So, I did listen to my inner voice: put my slutty and confident attitude on and was ready for an escapade.

Takashi, my 19-year-old Japanese friend, and I met up for dinner and headed towards Soho. Honestly, I did not look my best but for some reasons whenever I think I am not preened enough, I become a men-magnet. Strange but, fortunately, true. My hair was horrible, shoes were worn out, shirt was not ironed, and, at least, I shaved off my moustache and bourgeois-style sideburns and was wearing my Japanese Yohji Yamomoto perfume.

Some guy named Alex texted me during the dinner that he was London. The phone number was not familiar to me, it was British though. I was puzzled which Alex it was since I know few people with that name. Apparently, it was Alex from Germany who speaks Russian. I was still confused how he got my number and how he knew my name. I know at least three Alexes from Germany. I decided to meet with him next week and see which Alex he was.

After a nice dinner and a few drinks, I showed Takashi where the City hunks hang out during the week, took some pictures around the Saint Paul's Cathedral and we crossed the Blackfriars Bridge. The South bank was beautiful as always. Takashi was saying how romantic the whole walk was. Indeed, it was very nice. Rainbow was adding more beauty to the sunset over the Big Smoke.

The Kudos Bar near the Trafalgar Square was our first place where we caught so many looks. I did not know that there were so many people who knew me from my online profiles. It was nice to see complete strangers approaching me and greeting me, and complimenting. It boosted my self-esteem and I was ready for more. Our next stop was the Rupert Street Bar in Soho. The real hunt began there and later accelerated at the Profile Bar.

Graham, native of London, and his Thai boyfriend, John, were a very nice couple in an open relationship. John totally broke some of my prejudices against Thais. He was in his 30s, had a Ph.D. in Mathematics, handsome, and acted like himself. It was amusing to see how both Graham and John were hitting on me. They both got my phone number. Luckily, they live in different places, if you know what I mean. However, I do not mind threesomes and orgies since I have tried them both.

After speaking with John, I realized that corruption, prostitution and sex tourism was everywhere, not only in Thailand. Well, I have a few Thai colleagues and had Thai neighbors in Amsterdam. It was interesting to hear the havoc around the former Prime Minister, Thaksin, from the Thai perspective. Basically, he still controls the Thai media and my colleagues there have few freedoms and liberties in their reporting. By the way, the 1997 Asian financial fiasco that greatly affected the world economy began in Bangkok after the Thai baht's artificial exchange rate collapsed.

Anyhow, I was out of fags and someone heard it. Muscular guy with a piercing approached me and proposed to exchange a whole pack of Marlboro for my phone number. I thought it was ridiculous and declined the offer while some cute Czech twink offered me a cigarette. It was obvious that he was an escort guy and he confirmed it by speaking on the phone in Czech. Luckily, I took Czech language courses for three months during my freshman year at an undergraduate level. Anyway, our hunt continued at the Profile Bar where potential victims were lined up.

The first guy was Daniel, a Brazilian guy from Fortaleza, where my high school classmate Maya was from, along with his friend from São Paolo. The second man was Patrick, quite charming English lad. He was very flirty from the first second he saw me ordering a drink. Man, he knows how to properly flirt and move his hips. I thought I will fall into his trap when he kindly asked my phone number. Honestly, for an Englishman he was handsome, a good kisser, knows how to touch and excite man's body and a real naughty chap. I was impressed.

After dancing until exhaustion, I sat for a while and found Nick, a 19-year-old confused Italian boy from Rome. The next thing I know was that he got my phone number and was touching me. I must tell you that my previous experiences with Italians were breathtaking. There was an Italian pilot I knew who lived near Düsseldorf in Germany and he was so passionate in and out of the bedroom. On top of that, he was a great cook. So, I knew what to do with Nick and his agitated body.

The magical fourth bloke was Cliff, a half-Australian and a half-Belgian, from Antwerp in the BeNeLux States. He was undressing me with his eyes and melting me right in front of him. Cliff was in his 20s and recently divorced with his former boyfriend after a seven-year-old partnership. He was a freshly-baked single which added more thrill. Luckily, he is moving to London in two weeks. I was a bit slutty and asked him to teach me the Belgian kiss. I have had sex with Aussies, so there was no need for the Australian kiss. His body was very sexy. What can I say...? Cliff was open for threesome, in case Takashi wanted to join us. He asked my phone number as we agreed to meet in the future and called me a man-eater. I was trying to practice my Dutch as well but the only sentence that came to my mind was "Ik wil noeken mit jau." Oh, Cliff...

The Profile Bar was closing and we were all going home. As I was walking on Wardour Street, I ran into Daniel, his friend and Nick in front of the Freedom Bar. I guess it was a fate. We talked a lot, kissed a bit but I was desperate to get home when a hot stud approached me. It was Nathan, American-born half-Norwegian and half-Chinese from Los Angeles. One cigarette turned into many more and we were making out in his hotel suite on the Piccadilly. Nathan was a fifth guy in the same night, not including Graham and John.

As a typical Angeleno, a person from Los Angeles, Nathan knew how to satisfy a guy like me. Sex was out of this world and not once. My past memories from California flooded back and we were talking about the Venice Beach and Friday Drum Circles in Marina Del Rey. Damn, it has been three years since I have not been to Los Angeles. The hotel suit smelled of sex and we went to bed after the sunrise.

Sex continued when we got up as well. We had sex for brunch and a dinner. Nathan had a body of a surfer, was in his late 20s and was pretty hot. He reminded me a bit of my former classmate from Tshwane (Pretoria) in South Africa, with whom I studied in the Netherlands. Fortunately, my body was not in pain or exhausted after all that action last night. No wonder why some of my fuck-buddies tell me that I am a sex machine. In a way, it is true that I am gentleman in society and a slut in bed. Man, it was a crazy night out with tons of booze and fresh men meat. As I came home, I said to myself, "Good job, dude!"

I am gulping the Portuguese port and am about to watch a movie before condom shopping. Hopefully, rain will stop soon. I needed something wild like the last two days to clear my mind after a week of crying and feeling blue. Luckily, living in London really helps. Let's see what the new 29th week will bring.

Grumpy but gorgeous start of the week to all,

~ζ