Week 1 Recap

I arrived exactly a week ago in London. So far, it's been great. Expensive, but great. Living with David is pretty neat. He's very organized and tidy, which keeps me on my toes and allows me not to turn into a slob. We're in an area of the city that's ideally located, and the street my bro lives in is extremely charming and quiet.

Socially, it's been a blast. Two of my best friends moved to London a couple years ago: Paulo and George. Paulo is Brazilian but looks Indian. He's a super nice guy, and he loves to hit on women, but when he drinks too much he becomes overly affectionate and very touchy. It's very funny to watch how girls seem interested in him at first until he gets into grabbing mode. George is a true player. He has a girlfriend, but he's cheating on her big time. It's quite horrible, but as a friend George is amazing, and he was the one to contact my brother David and Paulo to try to convince me to come to London when I was in my dark phase.

Professionally, week one has been slow, but it's a conscious decision. I didn't want to get overly stressed out with the notion that I HAVE to find something right away. Being in London is already giving me more ideas about what I want to do, and it's allowed me to realize that there is a life outside my hometown, which is another European country that I won't divulge quite yet (but you can always e-mail me if you want to know). I did however set up a casual meet with a Creative Director on Wednesday who went to my College. Rather than ask him to give me a job, I'll try to pick his brain a little on how he got where he is, since we do have a pretty similar background as I found out looking at his Bio.

You know a blog entry wouldn't be a blog entry if I didn't mention girls or love, right? Well the one real positive thing here is that I have not been obsessing over it at all, simply because I'm enjoying being here, and I'm feeling motivated, busy, and the comes naturally. I did get an e-mail from Bella a couple days ago which disappointed me a little. I sent her a long (probably too long) e-mail a couple days before giving her an update on how things were going in London, and I also slipped in there how cool it has been to get to know her, that I feel we're on the same wave length, bla bla bla. It was unnecessary and it wasn't the right time to do it. She did not directly address it, so I believe she chose to ignore getting into that kind of talk, and instead gave me updates on what she was up to, and commented on a few things I told her about London. It was a nice e-mail, but it's the kind of message you get from a friend, not a potential partner... But! I think my reaction since has been very good. I didn't get down about it, instead I got realistic and acknowledged that forcing a connection is not going to bring me anywhere. I really feel something special for Bella, but for the time being we're friends and she has a boyfriend, and there's no reason for me force anything onto her. By now she must know how I feel about her, so if she feels the same (which I still think she does) she will send me the signals. Until then, I can only be patient and go about living, taking care of my life, my professional ambitions, and staying social.

In my next entry I will write about a Casino Charity Poker event I attended Thursday. It was pretty wild but fun. An interesting read hopefully.

Oh, one note of interest. Today is Clara (#8)'s birthday. She's turning 29. I hesitated about acknowledging it or not, and recently I thought "Fuck it" because she has been such a mean person, and even her "nice" messages or communications have been tainted with not so subtle mean remarks, like her last e-mail in which she said "you were right, I am striving for an ideal (which I found btw) and not I'm finally happy". Bitch. Well the other day as I was walking around Sloan Square, I found a birthday card which I had to get. It had a 60s style Blond girl on it with "First Class Bitch" printed on it in this very retro font. I bought it, and got some shiny small star stickers to go with it. I carefully placed 29 (her age) stickers inside the card, with no other word or message. I'm sending it today so she will receive it late, but that doesn't matter. She'll see that it comes from London so she'll know it's from me. It might seem like an immature thing to do but it's SO perfect for her. If she ignores it, than that's great, if she comes back to me angry I'll tell her "don't take things so personally (which she would always tell me after saying something mean to me!!!) and if she continues to bitch I can say "Wow, you must really have self esteem issues to get so worked up about a birthday card. I thought you'd have a laugh with it". That card is soooo her. Contradictive. Bitchy, but sparkly and iconic with the stars. To me, it's a perfect book end to our fucked up relationship.