IT'S OUT OF CONTROL
LONDON . MANCHESTER . TOKYO . PUBLIC SPACE .All photos are taken with Sony NEX-5 . Nikon Coolpix 5200 . Canon IXUS75 . iPhone 4S .
In London, you can hire bikes for the day at any of these bike points, and when you’re done you just park it up again at one of the many points dotted around the City.
— Malaysian restaurant called Awana in London’s Sloan Square.
Guava cheesecake with vanilla icecream and baked tapioca pankcakes with chocolate and lemongrass icecream. Dreamy.
Congratulations on your BA! It’s graduation week (university) in England. This couple took a stroll down Russell Square looking sharp in gowns. How cute.
Sugar Daddy - ‘Creepy Flowers in the Attic Phonecall’
Now if the Loser Cake date wasn’t bad enough, he called her a few hours later to ask if she’d like to go for dinner to a seafood restaurant for the next date. His reason for this is because his sister likes seafood. Yes, he plans on taking his sister along to the next date. He repeated his sisters name multiple times, like it was a big bonus. He even messaged his sister whilst they were on the phone and asked if Kitty was free on Friday. She said she was booked all month.
That is freaky, right? Men don’t usually take their sisters on dates. But she decided to look on the bright side of things - at least he isn’t married.
So there is definitely no second date lined up with Loser Cake aka Creepy Flowers in Attic guy. She is thinking of maybe agreeing to it, turning up and speaking in French the whole time.
Sugar Daddy - The ‘Loser Cake’ Date.
Are you sick of me talking about my friends strange meetings with Sugar Daddies? Because there is more to come.
Since this is probably going to be a frequent theme I’m going to start calling my friend “Kitty”.
So, Kitty was supposed to have a lesson lastnight - with the original Sugar Daddy - the CEO Japanese Sugar Daddy. But he cancelled on her. He wrote an email saying he had a meeting or something. Now, he comes from a country where people apologise for everything so Kitty was slightly annoyed at him for cancelling last minute and not seeming apologetic enough. Especially when it’s a Monday. She at least expected a box of graphite pencils and a Miu Miu bag type apology instead of a quick email. Yes, her standards have taken a new level.
She then receieved an email from a former student who wanted to meet up for coffee, not a lesson. She hadn’t seen him in a year and recalled him being a little geeky but thought she’d go to ease the pain of CEO Sugar Daddy standing her up.
It started well enough, but he rapidly started taking the ‘loser cake’. By this, I mean, if you were at some county fete and you were judging the cakes; you walk along a long row of perfect sponges, light, fluffy and immaculately decorated, and then you come to one at the end that hasn’t risen, is dry and crusty and has a few manky strawberries on top. You wonder why this person ever bothered to enter.
He started off asking her what she thought of his spoken English, she said it was good but that wasn’t enough, he wanted a full assessment done. “Do I say this right?” “Is this phrased correctly?” “Do I speak fast enough?”
He then asked her how her teaching job was going, and she thought that could have slipped under the “friendly interest” category…until he asked her if she had any text books with her!
Kitty’s jaw nearly hit the floor, if he wants an English Lesson, he can pay, a cup of coffee is not cutting it. Then, I am not making this up, he checked his watch and worked out, minus walking time, they’d been talking in English for an hour. So the date was over. (I still can’t stop cackling at this bit). A whirlwind of fire and rage, Kitty caught the train home wishing she had his address, so she could send him the bill.
— Haha, same here! I don’t understand why all her students are wealthy men either!! :D
She insists it’s all strictly professional, student-teacher; but im starting to think otherwise. None of my students have ever taken me to Michelin starred restaurants or the theatre!
She had a corker of a date - sorry, “lesson” yesterday. I can’t wait to write about it!
Sugar Daddy
Yes, Sugar Daddy antics have returned. This time it was in the form of a weird mess-up on my friends behalf. She had two private tuitions (*cough* Sugar Daddy dates) planned today. She’d planned to meet Guy A for lunch and Guy B for coffee after work. Not such a difficult plan, right?
Well, it was lunchtime and she was waiting for Guy ‘A’ to turn up and sent him a message. She didn’t have either guys’ numbers on her mobile but she did have emails and went off them. So she sent the message and got a phonecall back. A very confusing call:
Guy: Where are you?
Girl: At the exit
Guy: Which exit?
Girl: Covent Garden exit
Guy: Oh, are you meeting your friend in Covent Garden?
Around then it hit her, she must have accidentally sent the message to Guy B, instead. Oh dear. She got the drift that coffee after work with Guy B were off because he was like: “oh, you are with your friend today, it’s ok we’ll meet up another time.” And then went on to tell her to be careful of the bad weather.
So she carried out her lesson with Guy A and went home.
A while later, she realised she had a missed call and message from Guy B, saying he was waiting for her… Turns out, the guy she was talking to on the phone this morning, wasn’t Guy B after all. She double checked all mobile numbers, not Guy A, not Guy B, not Guy Last Week or any other Guy…who is he?
So now, she owes a huge explanation/apology to Guy B and has organised an “English Lesson” with a mystery man. (Phew!)
Is all of this making your head spin? Because it made mine spin for hours after my friend explained the whole scenario and I had a pretty tough time writing about it too.
I tried to sleep on the train but I couldn’t stop thinking, it was awful. There was too much to untangle and I was tired of philosophy. Plus, I could not tear my eyes away from these legs splayed across the aisle. It’s all about coloured jeans and socks.
Caught the train back to London yesterday, taking the bus to Manchester Piccadilly is always a little harrowing so my dad insisted on a taxi. I played it safe and arrived at the station an hour early.
I felt so comfortable. Shuffling down with sunglasses on, partied out, headed for coffee, I felt like I lived there. I was strung-out and moody, invigorated and stoked at the same time. I think that state of mind is so comfortable. I feel comfortable in it. I did a bunch of brooding at the station, no answers in that coffee cup.
