Saturday, April 26, 2008
Spring has Sprung.. I Hope!
I need to officially mark the first warm day of weather I've encountered here in London since I arrived last August. Warm as in really warm, 70! I couldn't wear a single thing in my closet so I had to dig into my bags of summer clothes which are inside my storage cabinets to find a short sleeve shirt. When I stepped outside my door if I had closed my eyes I could have sworn I was back in Corona del Mar. It was the best feeling. I literally felt the sun on my hair, on my skin. The city looked so different and I've never seen so many people out about. People were wearing shorts, tank tops, flip flops. Ahh open toed shoes, I had to dust those babies off too. I didn't know what to do with myself. I was practically skipping down the streets, I just felt so happy. I'm praying it stays this way at least for a week and it's not just a fluke. Amazing how the weather has so much power of me now. Part of living here, I guess!
Round Two: Same Game Different Player
I should have posted this last weekend but never got around to it... I went on another date last Saturday with a guy I had meet on match who I'd been emailing back and forth with for awhile. So you guys can keep track of the guys let's call the last one Mr. Teeth (no explanation needed) this one I'll call Mr. Gucci (explanation to follow). That way when I have updates you know who I'm talking about.
Mr. Gucci scored major brownie points with me way before the date even started based on the restaurant he had chosen. It's a place called Beach Blanket Babylon and it's in Notting Hill. I've been dying to go there, it's one of London's trendiest, hippest restaurants. Again, I was nervous beforehand but my soon to be roomie Sima had been over to the house before I left and gave me a great pep talk. First impression of Mr. Gucci was handsome, well dressed, looked a bit older than his profile pictures, and I was completely thrown off by his ethnicity. For some reason I was expecting him to be British but he wasn't and he had a very strange accent I couldn't place.
We sat down at our table and I couldn't get over how cool the restaurant was. It felt like we were sitting in a garden but inside the walls of a castle. It's hard to explain the decor of this place but trust me it's cool! Conversation during dinner was good but he was a little shy and not very talkative. There were some awkward silences, which I hate. All through dinner, I felt like I kept asking him tons of questions to keep the conversations going, which he would respond to but he barely asked me any questions about myself. I've encountered this same behavior with other guys, and it's so frustrating!!! Why do they do that, hello at least pretend like you want to get to know me? So I find out he's half Dutch, half Iranian which explains the accent. He's originally from the Netherlands. He has one sister who still lives there and he has two nieces. He went to business school in Chicago and moved to London about two years ago. He's a investment banker so the guy does pretty well for himself and I could tell he had really good taste, perhaps bordering on the edge of snobby. The man loves to shop. This guy was like a Zagat guide for shopping, not only for London but also Paris. And if you're wondering was I thinking is this guy gay, you'd be correct!? After dinner was over he suggested we go down to the bar area and have a drink. At this point, he had loosened up, I think it was the three gin and tonics he had during dinner, so I was happy to con tine on with the date.
The second half of the date was sooooo much better than the first half. He finally came out of his shell, showed his sense of humor, was really talkative. Asked me tons of questions about myself, we were having a blast. I still can't don't know whether it was the booze that made him more outgoing or perhaps he was just nervous to meet me, which I can totally understand. So the verdict is still out on his personality.
Towards the end of the date something odds happens... or maybe it's not odd and I'm reading too much into it. His phone rings and he looks at to see who it is. I make a joke about it being a friend checking up on him ,to make sure he's ok and that I'm not some crazy chick who he can't escape from. He tells me no, it's this girl who I party with sometimes, she's probably out at a club and wants me to come meet her and her friends. I figure, oh he'll just ignore the call and let it go to voicemail. Nope, instead he walks away and takes it! Hello, rude! Am I wrong here, ladies (I'm assuming none of guy friends read my blog)? It's not like it was an emergency or it was someone from his family. I was totally turned off and offended. If it had been the other way around I would have waited until I went to the restroom and then checked my voicemail or just ignored the call entirely until I got home. He comes back and proceeds to tell me that his friends are all at this hip club and he's thinking of going to join them. I'm baffled at this point, is he trying to get out of the date cause he's having a bad time? Was that his Plan B? More importantly, why is he even sharing this with me? If he was smart he would have ended the date with me somewhere down the line, we would have said our good byes and he could have gone and meet his friends without me knowing a thing. So remember those brownie points he had gained in the beginning, he lost them! The night starts to wind down after this little incident as the restaurant is closing down so it was time to go home. At this point I've had quite a few glasses of wine and am tipsy, I've also missed the last tube home. Mr. Gucci decides he wants to make sure I get home safe, which I take to mean, he'll get me a cab. But he insists on paying for the cab and coming with me to make sure I get home ok. Now I'm thinking, ok well maybe he's redeemed himself a little with this kind gesture. While we're in the cab on our way to my house he decides he is going to meet his friends at the club. Turns out the club is right around the corner from my house. I end up deciding it made more sense to have the cab take us to the club and I would just walk home from there. I had no problem doing that but part of kept wondering why wasn't he asking me to come to the club with him? The odd thing is even if he had asked I would have said no, but I wanted him to ask. And we wonder why guys think we're crazy!!!
So, we part ways outside the club, do the whole British kiss (peck on each side of the cheek) and then somehow we kiss, kiss. Honestly I barely remember it, it's a blur, I was still pretty drunk at this point.
I'd probably give the date a 6 or 7. While the physical chemistry was there with Mr. Gucci I wasn't feeling like we clicked personality wise so much.
On the flip side I definitely clicked more with Mr. Teeth in terms of personality but the attraction level was lower (again no explanation needed).
Since the date Mr. Gucci has been in touch quite a bit. Lots of text messages, few emails and he's already asked me out again. He wanted to take me to dinner last night but unfortunately I ended up working pretty late and was exhausted when I got home. But in all honesty, I probably could have still meet up with him but I wasn't that interested in going because I"m not sure if I've really into him. Mr. Teeth on the other hand hasn't asked me out again but we've emailing constantly.
I wish there was a rule book on this whole process work, it's hard!!! Stay tuned.
Mr. Gucci scored major brownie points with me way before the date even started based on the restaurant he had chosen. It's a place called Beach Blanket Babylon and it's in Notting Hill. I've been dying to go there, it's one of London's trendiest, hippest restaurants. Again, I was nervous beforehand but my soon to be roomie Sima had been over to the house before I left and gave me a great pep talk. First impression of Mr. Gucci was handsome, well dressed, looked a bit older than his profile pictures, and I was completely thrown off by his ethnicity. For some reason I was expecting him to be British but he wasn't and he had a very strange accent I couldn't place.
We sat down at our table and I couldn't get over how cool the restaurant was. It felt like we were sitting in a garden but inside the walls of a castle. It's hard to explain the decor of this place but trust me it's cool! Conversation during dinner was good but he was a little shy and not very talkative. There were some awkward silences, which I hate. All through dinner, I felt like I kept asking him tons of questions to keep the conversations going, which he would respond to but he barely asked me any questions about myself. I've encountered this same behavior with other guys, and it's so frustrating!!! Why do they do that, hello at least pretend like you want to get to know me? So I find out he's half Dutch, half Iranian which explains the accent. He's originally from the Netherlands. He has one sister who still lives there and he has two nieces. He went to business school in Chicago and moved to London about two years ago. He's a investment banker so the guy does pretty well for himself and I could tell he had really good taste, perhaps bordering on the edge of snobby. The man loves to shop. This guy was like a Zagat guide for shopping, not only for London but also Paris. And if you're wondering was I thinking is this guy gay, you'd be correct!? After dinner was over he suggested we go down to the bar area and have a drink. At this point, he had loosened up, I think it was the three gin and tonics he had during dinner, so I was happy to con tine on with the date.
The second half of the date was sooooo much better than the first half. He finally came out of his shell, showed his sense of humor, was really talkative. Asked me tons of questions about myself, we were having a blast. I still can't don't know whether it was the booze that made him more outgoing or perhaps he was just nervous to meet me, which I can totally understand. So the verdict is still out on his personality.
Towards the end of the date something odds happens... or maybe it's not odd and I'm reading too much into it. His phone rings and he looks at to see who it is. I make a joke about it being a friend checking up on him ,to make sure he's ok and that I'm not some crazy chick who he can't escape from. He tells me no, it's this girl who I party with sometimes, she's probably out at a club and wants me to come meet her and her friends. I figure, oh he'll just ignore the call and let it go to voicemail. Nope, instead he walks away and takes it! Hello, rude! Am I wrong here, ladies (I'm assuming none of guy friends read my blog)? It's not like it was an emergency or it was someone from his family. I was totally turned off and offended. If it had been the other way around I would have waited until I went to the restroom and then checked my voicemail or just ignored the call entirely until I got home. He comes back and proceeds to tell me that his friends are all at this hip club and he's thinking of going to join them. I'm baffled at this point, is he trying to get out of the date cause he's having a bad time? Was that his Plan B? More importantly, why is he even sharing this with me? If he was smart he would have ended the date with me somewhere down the line, we would have said our good byes and he could have gone and meet his friends without me knowing a thing. So remember those brownie points he had gained in the beginning, he lost them! The night starts to wind down after this little incident as the restaurant is closing down so it was time to go home. At this point I've had quite a few glasses of wine and am tipsy, I've also missed the last tube home. Mr. Gucci decides he wants to make sure I get home safe, which I take to mean, he'll get me a cab. But he insists on paying for the cab and coming with me to make sure I get home ok. Now I'm thinking, ok well maybe he's redeemed himself a little with this kind gesture. While we're in the cab on our way to my house he decides he is going to meet his friends at the club. Turns out the club is right around the corner from my house. I end up deciding it made more sense to have the cab take us to the club and I would just walk home from there. I had no problem doing that but part of kept wondering why wasn't he asking me to come to the club with him? The odd thing is even if he had asked I would have said no, but I wanted him to ask. And we wonder why guys think we're crazy!!!
So, we part ways outside the club, do the whole British kiss (peck on each side of the cheek) and then somehow we kiss, kiss. Honestly I barely remember it, it's a blur, I was still pretty drunk at this point.
I'd probably give the date a 6 or 7. While the physical chemistry was there with Mr. Gucci I wasn't feeling like we clicked personality wise so much.
On the flip side I definitely clicked more with Mr. Teeth in terms of personality but the attraction level was lower (again no explanation needed).
Since the date Mr. Gucci has been in touch quite a bit. Lots of text messages, few emails and he's already asked me out again. He wanted to take me to dinner last night but unfortunately I ended up working pretty late and was exhausted when I got home. But in all honesty, I probably could have still meet up with him but I wasn't that interested in going because I"m not sure if I've really into him. Mr. Teeth on the other hand hasn't asked me out again but we've emailing constantly.
I wish there was a rule book on this whole process work, it's hard!!! Stay tuned.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
San Francisco Meets London
Having Meera and Gautam here last week was so great! I wish they could have stayed longer. We always have such a great time together and this time was no different. Even though the day after they arrived it snowed the rest of the week they got great weather, which really enabled them to see all of London. Except the hail storm they encountered for a couple of minutes of Friday but we're not going to really count that! Neither of them had ever been to London so they had their list of places to see and they accomplished almost every thing on there list. Not to mention going to another European city, per my previous post.These two were the ultimate tourists... While I was at work everyday they were exploring all of London. They toured Westminster Abbey, saw Big Ben and Parliament. They toured the Tower of London, went to St. Paul's Cathedral, although they had a bit of a hiccup the day went to the tour the cathedral due to the arrival of the Duke of Kent. They went to Harrod's found it to be a little too much, I can relate. They shopped in Oxford Circus, walked through Hyde Park, and took in Buckingham Palace. Of course, I took them around my neighborhood as well. The list goes on and on. They are such city people having lived in San Francisco for the last couple of years so they were really appreciate what a city like London has to offer. By the end of the week Gautam had the bus system down to a science and was giving me lessons on how to navigate around London, priceless! On somewhat of a side note, Meera is an amazing photography and she took a ton of pictures while she was here. I can't wait to see them and I will definitely post some of them on the blog once she sends them to me.
My only regret was not being able to spend more time with them during the week they were here. My work schedule was not as flexible as I would have liked so my interactions with them were limited to only evenings. But I made the most of it. One of the great things about Meera and Gautam is the three of us share a passion for fine dining. So, I took them to some great places to eat every evening for dinner. We had amazing Indian food one night at my favorite Indian restaurant, pan Asian fusion another night at Cocoon, a traditional pub dinner, where Gautam had the best fish and chips of his life and on their last night, we had a to die for dinner at an Argentinan Steakhouse. My future roomie Sima joined us that night as well, she happens to work for the restaurant company and wanted to try a different location than the one she works at. The location I chose was an area of London I actually never been to;Richmond. I had heard great things about this town. It's right alongside the riverside and is very much like a new England town. Charming, quaint, colonial homes alongside the river. It was like being in Maine. It was the perfect end to their visit.
I was really bummed to see them go on Saturday, the house felt so empty without them but something tells me they'll be back. If you guys are reading this, I love you guys and hope I can make it to San Francisco in August!
I was really bummed to see them go on Saturday, the house felt so empty without them but something tells me they'll be back. If you guys are reading this, I love you guys and hope I can make it to San Francisco in August! Stop Two on the European Express; Brussels
As part of their visit, Meera and her husband Gautam thought it would be fun to go somewhere else in Europe while they were in London, so we decided to do an an overnight trip to Brussels. It's such a quick trip by train, 2 hours, and the city was small enough we felt 24 hours would be plenty. We were spot on (aka right)!
We then found ourselves on the Rue des Bouchers. It's a cobblestone street, home to tons of restaurants and cafes and can only be accessed by foot. You could get any kind of food here you wanted. Indian, Greek, Italian, but the what's it most famous for is seafood. Any seafood restaurant would have these lavish displays of mussels, oysters, lobsters, 
crabs piled on mounds of ice. The owners of the restaurant would literally shout at you from the streets to come into their restaurant because they had the best this or the best that. They were quite aggressive.
Another thing Brussels is know for is mussels. The famous dish is moules and frites (mussels and fries). So, after wandering around all day we were ready to try for dinner and went searching for mussels and frites. Come to find out , mussels are not in season during this time so we opted for a lobster dinner instead. No complaints here, the lobster was delicious!
Day 2 we decided we should be a bit more self disciplined so we opted for a 90 minute self guided walking tour of the city. This ended up being a great way to the city and its sites. But because we got lost so many times 90 minutes turned into 3 hours. Before we began our tour we had stop and get waffles. This time we had strawberries and chocolate. Again, frickin delicious!!! 
Overall, I wasn't that impressed with the city, the food on the other hand was incredible. Brussels had some stunning architecture but I didn't feel that magic or awe that I did when I was in Paris. The city was also extremely hard to navigate. The public transportation system was a mess and when walking around the city by foot I can't tell you how many times we got lost! Street names kept changing on us every block so we couldn't follow a map to save our lives. But we made the best of the trip in the short time we were their
On Day One, we decided to just aimlessly wander around the city and see what treasures we might stumble on. We saw the famous Grand Palace which is the commercial heart of the city. It's basically a square and in the summer time they hold a giant market their on the weekends. The square was outlined with some of the most beautiful building I've ever seen. They were very
On Day One, we decided to just aimlessly wander around the city and see what treasures we might stumble on. We saw the famous Grand Palace which is the commercial heart of the city. It's basically a square and in the summer time they hold a giant market their on the weekends. The square was outlined with some of the most beautiful building I've ever seen. They were very Renaissance like, ornate, and just bigger than life.
We then found ourselves on the Rue des Bouchers. It's a cobblestone street, home to tons of restaurants and cafes and can only be accessed by foot. You could get any kind of food here you wanted. Indian, Greek, Italian, but the what's it most famous for is seafood. Any seafood restaurant would have these lavish displays of mussels, oysters, lobsters, 
crabs piled on mounds of ice. The owners of the restaurant would literally shout at you from the streets to come into their restaurant because they had the best this or the best that. They were quite aggressive.At that point in the day we weren't feeling seafood, we were looking for one thing and one thing only, WAFFLES! It's Belgium so we knew the waffles had to be good. Good is an understatement, these waffles were frickin unbelievable. Waffles were being sold on every street corner from shops to street stalls, l so you could smell them everywhere you went. I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I had my first waffle. It was covered in chocolate and was so buttery... After that first hit, I seriously was craving one every hour. It was like crack.
Another thing Brussels is know for is mussels. The famous dish is moules and frites (mussels and fries). So, after wandering around all day we were ready to try for dinner and went searching for mussels and frites. Come to find out , mussels are not in season during this time so we opted for a lobster dinner instead. No complaints here, the lobster was delicious! Day 2 we decided we should be a bit more self disciplined so we opted for a 90 minute self guided walking tour of the city. This ended up being a great way to the city and its sites. But because we got lost so many times 90 minutes turned into 3 hours. Before we began our tour we had stop and get waffles. This time we had strawberries and chocolate. Again, frickin delicious!!! 
Day 2 also included a couple visits to a few chocolate sh
ops or what the Belgian calls chocolatiers. These places were for like museums than chocolate shops, we're not talking your average Godiva shop. Belgian chocolate is supposed to be in the best world and I can now say that is absolutely true. Hershey's ain't got nothin' on them.
ops or what the Belgian calls chocolatiers. These places were for like museums than chocolate shops, we're not talking your average Godiva shop. Belgian chocolate is supposed to be in the best world and I can now say that is absolutely true. Hershey's ain't got nothin' on them.So, all in all we had a great trip and I can now mark Belgium off my list places to visit in Europe. Would I go there again? Probably not, but if someone promised me all I could eat waffles I might have to re consider. I have a ton more photos that I took of the city, I've posted a few of my favorites below but as always I will send out my online album separately.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
April Showers
Not the kind you're thinking of though.. Here's what I woke up to this morning. Snow in April, WTF!!???
Good thing we're getting out of dodge!
Saturday, April 5, 2008
April Visitors
Last month was the first time I had no visitors from back home, it was a bit strange but it gave me the chance to do my own thing, which I greatly appreciated.
This month's visitors arrive today, in fact they arrive in about an hour. They are my dearest friends, Meera and Gautam. I've know Meera since I was a baby. She is one of my closest friends and I can't wait to see her. The last time I saw both of them was in August. When I went back home in January I didn't get to see them since they live in San Francisco . They are staying until next Saturday. and have never been to London so I've got a list about a mile long of places for them to check out. In addition to exploring London the three of us are going to Belgium tomorrow for 2 days. I have no doubt we'll be eating waffles and chocolate all day and night! I've stayed with them many a time in San Francisco and they've always shown me such a great time and been so hospitable. I hope I can be half as good of a hostess as they've been to me.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Round One
While it's still fresh in my mind I wanted to recap my first date I had tonight based on my new adventure into internet dating. Tonight I went out with Adam. From the beginning I knew Adam would would be funny and easy to get along with. The first email I got from him was...
Answer the following questions:
Saturday or Sunday?
Sand or Snow?
Film or Theatre?
Tea or Coffee?
City or Surburbs?
Flowers or Chocolate?
Tiffany's or Links?
Not, hey sexy, you're hot and I love girls from California, can I see more pictures. Unfortunately I get a lot more of those then I would like. The email Adam sent me broke the ice immediately
and from there we exchanged multiple emails, all of which I found very funny and engaging. After numerous exchanges he asked me to grab a drink. While I was really excited to meet him I was SO nervous. You hear so many horror stories about Internet dating, people posting fake pics, give you a fake age, etc.. So many things could have gone wrong.
I just got back from the date and it's almost midnight. The date started at 8. We had drinks at a bar by my house and honestly the time just flew, good sign in my book! Honestly, Adam was exactly what I expected; funny, easy to hold a conversation with, better looking then his photos and an absolute gentleman. About half way through the date I remembered he was much younger than me, he's 26 and when he first contacted me I was bit weary about his age. However, if I hadn't known his age going into the date I would have guessed he was at least 30. He was so mature, smart, worldly, etc.. We were able to relate to one another very easily. The date was really relaxed and comfortable. No awkward silences, we had a ton to talk about. Overall, great first date. Chemistry wise I wasn't feeling it physically but mentally we completely clicked. He was a really cute guy, but I couldn't get past his teeth. He had British teeth. Before I left everyone said to me, be careful of those British men, they are knows for their bad teeth. I think I hit the jackpot on that front. It was bad, just bad. I tried so hard to get past it but I couldn't. But with that said, I would definitely go out with him again.
Answer the following questions:
Saturday or Sunday?
Sand or Snow?
Film or Theatre?
Tea or Coffee?
City or Surburbs?
Flowers or Chocolate?
Tiffany's or Links?
Not, hey sexy, you're hot and I love girls from California, can I see more pictures. Unfortunately I get a lot more of those then I would like. The email Adam sent me broke the ice immediately
and from there we exchanged multiple emails, all of which I found very funny and engaging. After numerous exchanges he asked me to grab a drink. While I was really excited to meet him I was SO nervous. You hear so many horror stories about Internet dating, people posting fake pics, give you a fake age, etc.. So many things could have gone wrong.
I just got back from the date and it's almost midnight. The date started at 8. We had drinks at a bar by my house and honestly the time just flew, good sign in my book! Honestly, Adam was exactly what I expected; funny, easy to hold a conversation with, better looking then his photos and an absolute gentleman. About half way through the date I remembered he was much younger than me, he's 26 and when he first contacted me I was bit weary about his age. However, if I hadn't known his age going into the date I would have guessed he was at least 30. He was so mature, smart, worldly, etc.. We were able to relate to one another very easily. The date was really relaxed and comfortable. No awkward silences, we had a ton to talk about. Overall, great first date. Chemistry wise I wasn't feeling it physically but mentally we completely clicked. He was a really cute guy, but I couldn't get past his teeth. He had British teeth. Before I left everyone said to me, be careful of those British men, they are knows for their bad teeth. I think I hit the jackpot on that front. It was bad, just bad. I tried so hard to get past it but I couldn't. But with that said, I would definitely go out with him again.
I'm so glad I decided to try this Internet thing.. it's been a very humbling and so far a really rewarding experience.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Thursday Thoughts...
This is a bit of a unique post so bare with me as I ramble on a few random topics that have been rolling around in my head over the last few days.
I can't believe how much I talk about the weather now and how much my life revolves around it ,but it does. Today was the warmest day of the year so far. A whooping 61 degrees!!! I was practically smitten.. it's the first day since I've arrived here I didn't have to wear a jacket. At some point over the last eight months my body and brain has adjusted to my new climate and registered 60 degrees as being what I now consider warm. I shudder to think what i do if it got to 70?? Probably melt onto the sidewalk.
Not sure if I've mentioned this to any of you but I've started working with a trainer at a gym I joined near my house. His name is Anthony and he's absolutely adorable, accent and all. My favorite part of the workout is when he says, and I quote, "Mita stick out your bum". It always makes me giggle, turn red, and then develop a bigger crush on him than I already have. Tracee, if you're reading this, he's no Jesse but he's pretty easy on the eyes.
I've finally decided to take the leap and try online dating. I was getting nowhere meeting men and starting to become really frustrated. For the life of me I can't understand why it's so hard to meet someone. Sometimes I feel like I must have a sign on my forehead that says stay away. I'm happy to report the online experiment has been quite successful. I am currently talking to four guys and I have a date tomorrow night and another date next Saturday. I promise to share all the juicy details with you guys after the dates have taken place. Fingers crossed they both go well!
Last random thought.. although I've raved about the shopping here in London the one thing this city has not been able to supply me with, is my Banana Republic fix. That is no longer the case. They opened their first European store in London last week and it's conveniently located right around the corner from my ad agency offices in London. I plan on visiting the store today but something tells me once I see the prices I may end up walking out empty handed. I don't think I will be able to justify buying something at double the price, when I know I can get either go online or wait till go I back home and buy the same things for half the price. But who knows, I may give in to temptation.
And that concludes today's session of Thursday's thoughts!
I can't believe how much I talk about the weather now and how much my life revolves around it ,but it does. Today was the warmest day of the year so far. A whooping 61 degrees!!! I was practically smitten.. it's the first day since I've arrived here I didn't have to wear a jacket. At some point over the last eight months my body and brain has adjusted to my new climate and registered 60 degrees as being what I now consider warm. I shudder to think what i do if it got to 70?? Probably melt onto the sidewalk.
Not sure if I've mentioned this to any of you but I've started working with a trainer at a gym I joined near my house. His name is Anthony and he's absolutely adorable, accent and all. My favorite part of the workout is when he says, and I quote, "Mita stick out your bum". It always makes me giggle, turn red, and then develop a bigger crush on him than I already have. Tracee, if you're reading this, he's no Jesse but he's pretty easy on the eyes.
I've finally decided to take the leap and try online dating. I was getting nowhere meeting men and starting to become really frustrated. For the life of me I can't understand why it's so hard to meet someone. Sometimes I feel like I must have a sign on my forehead that says stay away. I'm happy to report the online experiment has been quite successful. I am currently talking to four guys and I have a date tomorrow night and another date next Saturday. I promise to share all the juicy details with you guys after the dates have taken place. Fingers crossed they both go well!
Last random thought.. although I've raved about the shopping here in London the one thing this city has not been able to supply me with, is my Banana Republic fix. That is no longer the case. They opened their first European store in London last week and it's conveniently located right around the corner from my ad agency offices in London. I plan on visiting the store today but something tells me once I see the prices I may end up walking out empty handed. I don't think I will be able to justify buying something at double the price, when I know I can get either go online or wait till go I back home and buy the same things for half the price. But who knows, I may give in to temptation.
And that concludes today's session of Thursday's thoughts!
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