Cupid in Disguise

It was last spring and I was dating a guy (read about him HERE) who lived with a very attractive flatmate. I used to jokingly say that I found his flatmate more attractive, except I wasn't joking. Throughout our short 3month 'relationship', we discussed setting up the flatmate with my pretty friend, but unfortunately we went our separate ways before that could ever materialize.

Around a year later, the girl in question and I decided to spend a sunny Saturday drinking Coronas in Hackney, and whilst discussing the men who had previously been a part of our love lives, the flatmate came up in conversation.
After a bit of persuasion from me, she said that she'd be interested in possibly going on a date, and I decided to send a rather random email to a virtual stranger asking him to date my friend.

Surprisingly, he said yes! A blind date is set for Friday evening, and if this should become the start of something very special, I think I may have to change my career...

West London Goes East

I decided to venture out to Hackney on a chilly Friday night to see my best friend and have a few drinks in a cute little pub overlooking London Fields. I arrived at her and her boyfriend's flat and we all set off on the short walk there.

Once there, a few of his friends joined us and after a short conversation I felt a possible teeny tiny glimmer of a spark with one of them. We were getting on well and he suddenly decided to buy a shot of tequila for us all. I suppose it was a good thing that I had the shot in my hand when his girlfriend walked in. She was lovely though, and it was clear that they were very much in love, so I started my usual scan of the room for hot guys.

We moved to an area downstairs where there was a birthday party taking place and joined the group. I began to notice that the room mainly consisted of couples and started planning my getaway. That was until I was thrust into a conversation with my friend and a French girl. Now; I am a very open person, and quite often find myself sharing personal details and life stories with strangers. However, if I am 10, she was a 100 on the scale of forward/ inappropriate conversation. Having just learnt her name, I also learnt that she had a nonexistent libido. She was in a relationship with her boyfriend of 7 years who she clearly loved and respected very much, but had no desire to sleep with him. My friend and I tried to offer advice by comparing previous relationships, but once she told us that no man had given her the big O, we started scraping the barrel. 

From there, the conversation moved into a slightly sinister area, whereby she told us that she had developed an obsession for one of her boyfriend's friends. She was so overcome by her desire for him, that in order to get over it, she told everyone about it, so that she could KEEL IT, KEEL IT! (This was repeated many times). Guess what kids, the man in question was there too. I had briefly attempted a conversation with him earlier on in the night which soon fizzled out due to the copious amount of mdma he'd taken (this became apparent when he declared in front of a small group just how fucked he was and that he adored Mandy. I assure you, his girlfriend had a different name).

Shortly after, we all left and I found myself analyzing the night and my life on the taxi ride home. I remembered stating in my first post of 2012 that I would be going on a man detox for the duration of January (you can read about that here). 
Well, now that the man detox has officially seeped into February, March and (so god help me if it lasts for the whole of..) April, I have actually started to focus on other things in my life, which I don't think I have ever done before. Of course there are times that I want to stroll down a sun kissed street hand in hand with someone, get dolled up for a nice dinner or have the kind of banter that only occurs between two people who have been dating for a few months, but life is generally pretty good otherwise.
I suppose I have a lot to be grateful for, and after all, good things come to those who wait.