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Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Hungover Again!

I got into Comptons last night at around 19:30 but the actual "action" didn't kick off until after 21:00. I purchased £10 of raffle tickets, 20 of them, but when they did the draw I was cheated because they were drawing them out in strips of fives rather than individually. Even so, I thought I had won at one point when my numbers were called out, unfortunately it was a different colour ticket to mine.
The auction of Kings Cross Steelers players was fun, though slightly degrading for the guys who didn't make much money. Only 4 of them were originally in the auction, though another was "forced" to auction himself too. One of the guys up for auction was a guy named PJ. He is well known within the rugby crowd as he plays for the first team and is also a singer. Despite him not being the specifically the type of guy I would normally go for, there is something about him that makes him attractive. All night long I kept catching his eye and I thought that maybe something was going to happen. I lost track of him though and I moved on to Barcode. He later arrived there too and by then was with someone else, who I think thought I was after him! Confusing.
Despite not talking to many people and not getting off with anyone I had a good, though frustrating, night.

By the time I left Barcode though I was feeling incredibly horny and so I'm sure you can guess what happened next. Yep! I went to Chariots.
It was the first time that I had been there in months and, being a Tuesday, I wasn't expecting much. To my surprise there were a few nice guys there and, more importantly, not many ugly or old guys. I got it on with a good looking couple and another guy and we had a fantastic time. I didn't really want to leave straight away, but I was knackered.
When I got in I must have gone to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. And this morning I have the hangover to prove I've been out!

1 comment:

badabing said...

I think I've broken my Chariots habit (paying to be rejected by London's least fanciable men did it for me), but have you considered visiting Sweatbox on Ramilles Street (that little cut through between Great Marlborough Street and Oxford Street) ? And they have a gym on the ground floor so you can combine two activities into one.