Men

So that was another weekend in London. My 4th one since I moved here and the best one so far! I hope they will keep getting better like this!

Saturday Ros came all the way to Tooting and brought me more bedsheets and books and shoes. Then we went for a proper little pub crawl, which was a lot of fun, but when Ros had to leave I was horribly pissed already and ended up flirting with A GUY. I think. I'm so disgusting. I received a text the next day saying: "Hi there, just thought I'd say hi, I hope you have recovered since last night, Denva x". Denva! He kept texting me all of Sunday. Apparently I have a date with him tonight. Think I am going to cancel that.

So yeah, Sunday morning I felt a bit rough. I decided to cook some proper food, which turned out to be quite a challenge.
The kitchen in the place I am currently staying in is a shithole. The washing machine is broken and so is the kettle and the tin opener and 4 of the 5 sauce pans. There's no frying pan. There is exactly one spoon, one fork and one knife for the three of us. I managed to put some vegetable-pasta-thing together, though, which sorted my hangover out a little.

Afterwards I met Eva and Zuzana at Victoria. The plan was for Eva to give me her keys so that I can use her flat while she is in the US, but then we realised that she would have to sleep on the streets that night, cause she wouldn't be able to get back into her flat and I kindly returned the keys to her. Now she'll leave them behind the bar of The Oak for me.
So yeah, Eva is now gone for three weeks. Sadface. But luckily my friend Friederike moved to London yesterday! I am looking forward to seeing her A LOT. Last time we met was in Bochum about a year ago. We got drunk on Mexicana in the Freibeuter. Good times.
Zuzana is in Brighton for a few days now. I'll catch up with her when she is back and maybe go and play football or go climbing with her! She is very active, she is. And she is still amazing.

In the evening I went to meet two other volunteers with Lisa. Marcell and Marten. Marten is weird, he just sat there with his headphones on watching stuff on his computer. But Marcell, who is SO GAY HE MAKES ME FEEL STRAIGHT IN COMPARISON, is fun. He walked in and announced that his boyfriend of two months, who he just moved to London for, broke up with him on Saturday. The whole story sounded very lesbian, so I could relate to the drama. He is very heart broken, but generally a very happy chap. He showed me pictures of his single lesbian friends and told me everything about them. I think he wants me to marry someone named Jenny. Had a brilliant evening, as Marcell's uber-gayness ("I will have to see him at least once again, because he still has 30 quid which I want back and I still have his Buffy DVD set.") made up for Denva's very straight texts.

Monday will get its own post, cause monday was LONG.