Crystal and a New Closet

I had another interesting weekend; I needed another form of therapy after doing some serious damage to my finances during the week. I did lots of lots of shopping like I said was going to. Come Friday, I finished work early and went to meet a couple of my work colleagues for birthday drinks in St James’s. I didn’t stay long; I hadn’t planned on doing that anyway. Got home and watched crappy Friday night telly and went to bed early. I was saving my energy for Saturday.

I got up tidied up then went to meet my friend Alpha for lunch at his new place. Place is rather the wrong word to use. Alpha’s renting a room from an ex-banker in his late 50s who lives alone in this monstrously huge house in Barnes – 7 bedrooms to be precise. The house used to be a vicarage and is within the church grounds. There’s no graveyard in the vicinity which made me feel more at ease (I hate graveyards by the way). It’s a lovely house but there’s something rather eerie or seedy (still can’t decide on either word). I found the man a little strange as well. For example, whilst we were getting ready to go out. The man came and joined us; he sat there and watched us in his boxers and vest. Perhaps he just wanted some company but it made me a little paranoid. I feel like I’m over analysing things. It’s probably because I’m not used to seeing middle aged men I don’t know hanging out with me in their underwear. I met the house cleaner as well, he reminded me of the maid from the original version of the Bird Cage. Quite hilarious talking to him and his name is Garfield.

We left at around 11 to go out and meet the rest of. We got to this relatively new club called Crystal in Marylebone. It’s supposed to be quite exclusive and posh but quite frankly I’ve been to better places e.g. Tramps in Piccadilly or The Portman Club in Marylebone. The only thing that made it worthwhile was getting there and suddenly meeting most of the people I hang out with. I liked the fact that you can dance on the tables and chairs without much concern from the staff there. There were about 5 of my friends with another 10 or 12 people who I happen to know. We formed a little group and had lots of fun.

One of my old friends Karen was there as well. She introduced me to her new BF. Never in my life has a girlfriend introduced me to their new beau only to realise I’d had them. I’m still debating on whether to tell her or not. The good thing is that they never met 3 years ago when I was briefly seeing him. I was really lost for words when I recognised who it was I was being introduced to. One suddenly realises it’s such a small world when your girlfriend starts dating someone you had a thing with 3 years ago. Not to beat about the bush – Mark is used to be gay and is now straight. He told me that he suddenly realised men were not for him. I’m not going to start talking about gay men turning straight. People are individuals who are affected by experiences in life differently. All I can say is each to their own. I’m not going to sit here and judge people I’m far from perfect. The one thing I noticed was how ravishing this boy looks. He’s bulked up quite nicely over the past couple of years. I had my mind in the gutter all evening. I still do actually – no wonder I can’t concentrate at work.