I sit at home on a Saturday night. I’m alone and somewhat lonely. Its been a few years now that I’ve been living in London and I still haven’t gotten properly adjusted to the culture, morales and values. I’ve had transitional friendships and have weaned myself away from lecherous ‘friends’ completely devoid of ambition, finances or humility. So I’ve been riding solo for a few months. I’m every bit the courageous voyager, always ready to face life on my own but I still subscribe to the belief that ‘no man is an island’. So on this Saturday night what do I do? I refuse to become that guys that sits in front of his television or computer, completely recluse from the outside world. I don’t want to be that guy in the bar with no friends and a sad desperate look that says ‘please come and talk to me’. I’m not in the mood to be someone 20 minute sensual escape from reality. Always the trouper, I’m taking myself to into the cite, treat myself to a nice meal and stroll casually through the Gay quarters while looking at guys in their ‘salary spent outfits’ and with their ‘open relationship boyfriends’. Then I’ll come home and order myself some quick sex online. After all, I’m living for me and well within my limits.
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Tip: You can't make someone love or want you; the best you can do is make them pretend...which means in reality you're still alone anyway.
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