After a lot of travel this year and a number of amazing adventures. Can you blame a girl for wanting to runaway from the grey skylines of the UK. However, after a length of time with no decent men around to admire, I am happy to have some nice men to view. I thought I had my next adventure decided for me and though I have heard that Argentina is an amazing place to go, it was not the country which preoccupied my thoughts, but the host. Is it any wonder, travel often leads to going without fun for a stretch of time. You need a whole week to make up in order to recover. Why tango when you enjoy the result that the men in BA were longing for in bed. After numerous failed attempts and plans to get to some place or another to this host, it could only culminate in a farewell. However, I did post on a number of sites that I might visit soon and I was faced with a barrage of requests for things that other Brits abroad really miss.
Here is my list:
1 Sex – of course, you can’t rely on the presence of men in each place you go to. Or contemplate your colleagues, it is a small world
2 Marmite – even grown men weep at the lack of this brown sticky goo, so have I. Any guests in my next possible neighbourhoods (unknown at present) please bring this as a gift.
3 Well dressed and clean men. Thank you British men, most of you make some effort.
4 Western style toilets. Only women will understand this.
5 Baked beans, the best comfort food. Of all the nice restaurants I have managed to go to in the UK and abroad, I still adore Heinz.
6 Lastly, the English language. As much as I try to communicate in a range of other languages, it is nice to be understood and display some social skills. But this remains an occupational hazard for me.
In spite of this, I am still buzzing away to find the next place on my list. I have a much larger list of things that I don’t mind going without when I have adventures.
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Three monkeys and the 'New Age'.
Having recently and inadvertently become a fag’s hag, which is a terrible term as I am actually very nice. I have been to a few gay clubs recently. Every time I go, something odd happens. The first time, I seem to have somewhat drunkenly converted myself, but I do not have the memories to match my friends’ tales of the night. The second time in a much more sober and sensible fashion, I went to the same club, only for it to set alight after a drag queen’s act. Seems the EU has done something right with making sure materials in public places don’t just blow up. Everyone is now aware of my thoughts about Russian men, but I was starting to think, even gay Russian men are not nice.
Until, I went to a different club in the city. Now I am wishing to be reincarnated as a gay man. Don’t be mistaken, I love being a woman, it has so many advantages and I would not had the position I have now otherwise. But I have never seen cheek bones or muscles like it, and I am not automatically a fan of muscles. It is well documented I like smart men, but in this place all you can do is look. However there was a member of our group who is straight. It took some convincing that he would not be groped and that there are lots of women that go to such clubs. After all I was going! So it was agreed I would help him to make it clear to gay men, that he is straight. Only this turned into an unwelcomed opportunity and frankly lazy attempt and excuse to get as close as possible. Of course attention is always supported, but lazy attention is just a turn off.
Then, to add insult to the unavailability of any decent men in Moscow, I managed to meet one at a dinner party. I walked into a dinner party and instantly spotted this particular gentleman, and enquired about him. I found out that he was Norwegian, and his name, and yes, he was wearing glasses, and no sign of alcoholism. As luck would have it we said a fairly brief and a hopefully prosaic ‘hi’. During the evening, as I sat with various friends around the table, we began an uncomfortable staring game. But alas, a chat later that night revealed that he was going home the next day. So knowing the conversation would be fruitless, no romantic meals etc, I did something fairly candid. I decided to just tell the guy I thought he was one of the most attractive men I have met in Moscow, and it is a shame he is going home, and finished the conversation there. I am sure he and most other men are not frequently given compliments by women and it was really fun to do so. I think women should do it more often and it is my new objective. But on the upside, my last trip out to the gay club ended up with a girl giving me her number. Later that night, she even returned to give me her number again, in case she had made a mistake. Perhaps now is the chance to fulfil a prophecy I made late last year.
Until, I went to a different club in the city. Now I am wishing to be reincarnated as a gay man. Don’t be mistaken, I love being a woman, it has so many advantages and I would not had the position I have now otherwise. But I have never seen cheek bones or muscles like it, and I am not automatically a fan of muscles. It is well documented I like smart men, but in this place all you can do is look. However there was a member of our group who is straight. It took some convincing that he would not be groped and that there are lots of women that go to such clubs. After all I was going! So it was agreed I would help him to make it clear to gay men, that he is straight. Only this turned into an unwelcomed opportunity and frankly lazy attempt and excuse to get as close as possible. Of course attention is always supported, but lazy attention is just a turn off.
Then, to add insult to the unavailability of any decent men in Moscow, I managed to meet one at a dinner party. I walked into a dinner party and instantly spotted this particular gentleman, and enquired about him. I found out that he was Norwegian, and his name, and yes, he was wearing glasses, and no sign of alcoholism. As luck would have it we said a fairly brief and a hopefully prosaic ‘hi’. During the evening, as I sat with various friends around the table, we began an uncomfortable staring game. But alas, a chat later that night revealed that he was going home the next day. So knowing the conversation would be fruitless, no romantic meals etc, I did something fairly candid. I decided to just tell the guy I thought he was one of the most attractive men I have met in Moscow, and it is a shame he is going home, and finished the conversation there. I am sure he and most other men are not frequently given compliments by women and it was really fun to do so. I think women should do it more often and it is my new objective. But on the upside, my last trip out to the gay club ended up with a girl giving me her number. Later that night, she even returned to give me her number again, in case she had made a mistake. Perhaps now is the chance to fulfil a prophecy I made late last year.
Saturday, 10 January 2009
Welcome to 2009, are you feeling repressed yet?
Well one thing is for the sure, the major of London is not repressed. I read the funniest quote recently, Mr. Johnson states he has not had to masturbate in 20 years, because women find his large sexual presence so satisfying. Ok, I have met men like that, I can relate to what other women might be thinking. But here is an accusation he might have heard before, maybe he could be lacking imagination, which is the key to a man’s self pleasure, and less importantly, running London. But good for you, Mr. Johnson, a man with clean hands.
My last pledge to myself in 2008 was to be hedonistic, which lead me up some weird and wonderful avenues. Although, as someone quite rightly pointed out, you cannot count yourself in that club until you have been involved in an orgy! Well I was working on that one, but living in Moscow does not exactly make it easy. With that one allowance to be made for this year, I think everyone is in the process of sobering up to the good news ahead of us. Sadly, I have decided that includes me too. Aside from the usual, “I will read more, work out more, eat less, and drink less”, everyone has the mentality of poverty stricken Dickens’ characters, one step away from the debtors jail. Which could not be further from the truth, an aversion to lavishness is the theme to 2009. I am quite glad sometimes that I could not access the net and buy English newspapers in Moscow, I will be even happier to live in ignorance for a while on my return.
Then there are always more things to think about in a year ahead, you not only have to decide to cut out certain behaviours, but sometimes people have to be left behind too. On occasions, it can be very easily justified and these thoughts take little time to conclude. But sometimes, it takes real turmoil and strength to admit that you have made a misjudgement about a person, that something blinds you to their faults. So many have been there, I am sure. On the upside, with the dead wood chopped aside, there is lot more room and energy for new people and faithful people, that deserve your time and treat all people genuinely, honestly, and with real generosity.
And for me, new people, also means new employers!! So I can no longer have real drive over the year ahead, even my location is in their hands for now, so watch this space.
My last pledge to myself in 2008 was to be hedonistic, which lead me up some weird and wonderful avenues. Although, as someone quite rightly pointed out, you cannot count yourself in that club until you have been involved in an orgy! Well I was working on that one, but living in Moscow does not exactly make it easy. With that one allowance to be made for this year, I think everyone is in the process of sobering up to the good news ahead of us. Sadly, I have decided that includes me too. Aside from the usual, “I will read more, work out more, eat less, and drink less”, everyone has the mentality of poverty stricken Dickens’ characters, one step away from the debtors jail. Which could not be further from the truth, an aversion to lavishness is the theme to 2009. I am quite glad sometimes that I could not access the net and buy English newspapers in Moscow, I will be even happier to live in ignorance for a while on my return.
Then there are always more things to think about in a year ahead, you not only have to decide to cut out certain behaviours, but sometimes people have to be left behind too. On occasions, it can be very easily justified and these thoughts take little time to conclude. But sometimes, it takes real turmoil and strength to admit that you have made a misjudgement about a person, that something blinds you to their faults. So many have been there, I am sure. On the upside, with the dead wood chopped aside, there is lot more room and energy for new people and faithful people, that deserve your time and treat all people genuinely, honestly, and with real generosity.
And for me, new people, also means new employers!! So I can no longer have real drive over the year ahead, even my location is in their hands for now, so watch this space.
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