So I was in London for a few days for a EBM/Noise festival named Deliqium... Today there was a cute blonde girl who, oh well. She was at least as shy as I am. She gave me a sad smile when I went home. The first real "info", but sorry, too late. Well, plus a few looks throughout the evening which unfortunately I just couldn't decipher. Or maybe I just chose to not get it since my heart and mind are with someone else anyway. Which seems plausible and obviously it is also a really clever way to not get laid at all!

Anyway, the only in Britain part: Have you ever read Trainspotting? There's this club scene where at some point in the morning everyone frantically tries to hook up before it's too late. Today there was this super slimy guy who started chatting the poor thing up (she was super drunk by the point and I tried to keep close enough to catch her - but she kept her balance with heroic effort. And sometimes tried to lean back to me, but she was so unstable I wasn't sure how intentional that was lol). and she just didn't tell him to get lost. Something like "so if THAT guy here won't play, the one I'm intently not looking at, while I stand 5 inches from him... Well then I better get that fallback other there, even though he's totally in the wrong party". Even her friends didn't rid her of him, apparently... I hope she got to her senses and doesn't really do the "rather that one than none" thing.

But it felt really like out of Trainspotting...

Her friend and I spoke for a while and I considered begging her to take her drunk friend home before she gets "slimed", but, idk, I didn't know any of them and felt it would be too impolite.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I'll close this with a picture of me I don't totally hate - the subtitle would be "this shirt is too warm and I'll never be able to dance and not turn into a sweaty mess."

Which is, as you may guess, exactly what happened. (luckily just sweaty, not smelly ;-)