The previous day I had met two Swedish girls at Punk. They were actually the only ones there that were completely into me. We agreed to go out the next day and I had every intention of keeping my promise. At the very least I would have had some cool company and in the best case I would have ended up fucking the one that couldn't keep her hands off me. Even her friend encouraged her to hook up with me.
I told those girls to be at On The Rocks at around 11.30 p.m., while I planned to show up at 1 a.m. With some booze in their system I would have to do less work. Also, this was a polysexual, i.e. gay and lesbian night, so there was not much competition to be feared as I was one of the very few straight guys they let in anyway. At around midnight I was in the Shoreditch area.
First I went to the Hoxton Pony, a bar I read about online. I probably had been to every at least semi-popular venue in central London and it was getting increasingly difficult to find something new. The place looked all right from the outside, but the patrons inside did not. "Windowlicker" by Aphex Twin was playing, which was a pleasant surprise. The fat slobs trying to dance to it put me off, though. After two minutes I was out on the streets again. Traffik across the street was hardly any better. After less than five minutes I wished the bouncer a good night. Electricity Showrooms was quite good, though.
Chocolate was the first interesting girl I saw. For a moment I considered approaching her straight away, but I decided to go downstairs to check out the dance floor first. I spotted a tall woman with a slim waist and huge knockers. Too bad her legs weren't that skinny. As I was about to go after her, Chocolate showed up. She was dancing with a female friend of hers and glancing over. I played it cool and kept dancing. She looked over to me again, which prompted me to take her hand and pull her in. We danced for a while, then she asked me to dance with her friend Plain. I have messed up a lot of similar situations because I mistook such requests as blow offs along the lines of, "I don't want to dance with you, but you can dance with my less attractive friend if you like." Instead, it seems to translate to, "I like you, and I want my friend to like you, too." Plain was not particularly good-looking, but I was fine with spinning her around a little bit. Chocolate was delighted and asked me the usual questions.
Then she tried to make me jealous by dancing with some other guy. I knew she was not serious about it, so I pulled her in again. Minutes later she said she wanted to get a drink with her friend. I replied that I would join them, but as she walked off she let go of my hand. I did not really care and continued dancing. Chocolate came back, looking for me. She wanted to go upstairs to the bar with Plain and I tagged along. I should have accepted her offer to buy me a drink. Telling her that tap water would be fine was probably a bit of an insult.
We all sat down. I kept my hands on Chocolate, but hidden from her friend. Plain had good manners and excused herself to smoke a cigarette. This allowed me to have some time alone with my girl. It must have been a really long cigarette because she was gone for easily ten minutes. We had some commonalities. Lucky me, she also spoke German because of an ex-boyfriend. Chocolate gave me hints regarding her friend. She mentioned topics I should avoid and ones her friend might be interested in talking about. It's great when girls really want to hook up with you. Plain returned and Chocolate said that we might go back to her place later on to listen to some music from the eighties.
Electricity Showrooms was about to close and those two girls wanted to go somewhere else to continue partying. They had been to the nearby club 333 Mother earlier and wanted me to join them. I didn't feel like shelling out £5, though. Chocolate tried to argue with the guy at the door to get me in for free. In the meantime I told her friend that maybe it was not such a good idea to go to a club and that we probably would find it more enjoyable to go to a bar instead. Chocolate came back. I immediately dragged her off, telling her about that great bar "just around the corner." Her friend chimed in that it was a really great place. I had treated Plain with respect and it paid off. Unfortunately Catch was about to close. Chocolate now had to pee, so we went to another bar called The Spread Eagle. By that time she was already rather horny and touching me all over.
Chocolate said she wanted to go back to her place. She then turned to me to say that I could go home if I wanted. I ignored this statement and said we should just get back to her place. On the way to her flat she wanted to buy something to eat. Once again she offered to buy me something and, again, I did not take her up on the offer. As I later found out, she was a medical professional and owned a really nice flat. She wanted to throw some money at me and I should have let her. Not that it mattered in any way in the end.
While she was waiting to get her kebab I talked to Plain outside. Having lived in Berlin seemed to really impress Londoners. Anyway, she also hinted at some things I should not bring up in conversation. When I randomly joked about how stuck-up the French are she dropped that French was Chocolate's first language. I could have run into serious trouble, but with the support of two girls who wanted me to get laid there wasn't much that could go wrong.
