4:29 p.m. - 2004-01-13
slutcakes
Just vaguely flirted with this really hot punk-rock cellist. He was playing with a few other people, but the way he played Pachelbel's Canon in D was unreal...I was going to ask him out as I dropped a few pounds, but I chickened out. Weak. However, I'm going back tomorrow and if he's playing again, I'm going to ask if he wants to piss away some of his hard earned money and down a few pints with me. Also, I'm having drinks with a cute Canadian rocker dude tomorrow. Yay. I'm just storing up for the long, sexless winter ahead of me. My departure from London is in eight days. In ten days, I'll be back in the states. I am alarmed by the proximity of these things.
