The mid-twenties crisis.

I have this thing when I think of everybody as young and still at college and every time I look at the pictures now I see myself (looking still young and as if still in college) surrounded by mid-twenties (at least) men with unshaven faces. I am a sucker for 2-3 days stubble on men. They are grown-ups, they have girlfriend and proper jobs, yet we are at this stage now when we have youth and looks and this is the best times, probably (I just finished watching “Dorian Gray”)! I have established that I am having the mid-twenties crisis.

My friend from Paris, Guillaume, was in town for the weekend and we met up for a night out on Saturday. I do not like French people (although I’ve never been to France and have only met about 3 French people so far, but the legend of their greediness and arrogance lives). But I really like Guillaume. He is funny and I do not find him sexually attractive so this makes me enjoy his company without the unnecessary flirting and eyelash action. Anyway, it was the Lock Tavern where we met (he wanted to do the English thing). Foals were DJ-ing (they are following me everywhere). He was with his French friend and we had buckets of fun (as well as cider as well as Guinness). The night ended after 3AM when the Blues Kitchen closed its doors. And so about the doors. The doors of the Blues Kitchen were held open for me by the guy with whom we’d been doing the staring for at least two hours throughout the night. He was with a group of friends, I was with two Frenchmen (and it was obvious that we were just friends having fun). Okay, so we stared. We stared some more. He held the door for me and waited around while I was waiting for the taxi laughing with Frenchmen. I went home.

I mean, what was I supposed to do? I did my bit of staring and it was his problem to come up to me and just say hi. Or something. Oh, those men who stare.

As a result of my sleepless two nights I spent most of today sleeping. And it was such a perfect day as well. I had some weird dreams on people having sex and hospitals and DB talking to me in the park and maybe even holding my hand. DB text me on Friday enquiring about my plans for the night: “This is the first weekend we are about to skip hanging out I guess”. And it was.