LJ wants me to "not make excuses about erectile dysfunction"
Well alright then. I shan't. In other news. Went to visit my cousin in Edinburgh, Scotland this weekend.
This involved visiting some castles, eating pie/mash where J.K. Rowling wrote the first Harry Potter (they have decorated a toilet seat/bowl with a collage of pics from the movies...I plan on uploading that pic if anyone shows interest in how fucking weird Scotland is), and of course, getting ravenously hit on by two Polish men.
Her friend was having a party and half the crowd were guys from Glasgow and the other half were her fiancé's Polish friends. I know a bit of Russian so I was able to impress them a bit and after a bottle and a half of what I am certain was spiked white wine (vodka was flying out of the ceiling practically so it might not have happened on purpose), they fed me fruit with their mouths. They were both named Bart, which I find possibly the most amusing part of this tale. But yeah they snuggled and I was like AWW and so they gayed it up, kissing but both of them looking only at me while they kissed that sorta deal. And by the end, one Bart was giving me strawberries dipped in chocolate and one Bart was...a pear I think it was? But yeah it was a chocolate fondue party so it was hard to go wrong.
When the Bart that was more fond (and forward)'s friend dragged him home, he stretched his arm back at me and goes first in Polish then in English: "I LOVE HER! I LOVE THIS GIRL!"
All in all, a very successful UK weekend.
This involved visiting some castles, eating pie/mash where J.K. Rowling wrote the first Harry Potter (they have decorated a toilet seat/bowl with a collage of pics from the movies...I plan on uploading that pic if anyone shows interest in how fucking weird Scotland is), and of course, getting ravenously hit on by two Polish men.
Her friend was having a party and half the crowd were guys from Glasgow and the other half were her fiancé's Polish friends. I know a bit of Russian so I was able to impress them a bit and after a bottle and a half of what I am certain was spiked white wine (vodka was flying out of the ceiling practically so it might not have happened on purpose), they fed me fruit with their mouths. They were both named Bart, which I find possibly the most amusing part of this tale. But yeah they snuggled and I was like AWW and so they gayed it up, kissing but both of them looking only at me while they kissed that sorta deal. And by the end, one Bart was giving me strawberries dipped in chocolate and one Bart was...a pear I think it was? But yeah it was a chocolate fondue party so it was hard to go wrong.
When the Bart that was more fond (and forward)'s friend dragged him home, he stretched his arm back at me and goes first in Polish then in English: "I LOVE HER! I LOVE THIS GIRL!"
All in all, a very successful UK weekend.