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| Name | Juju |
|---|---|
| Age | 25 |
| Likes | men |
| Lives in | London |

I haven't finished talking about that weekend... I need to talk about the following one as well. Anyway...
So, that saturday night, I go to David and aoife's birthday at the Ziggy's in Hoxton Square. Is it destiny or coincidence, Paul tells me he's going to the ame place. I find my mates, drinks and laugh. Then Paul arrives, I introduce myself to his friends but he seems distant, like I'm disturbing him or something. I don't insist.
I meet William, David's mate, who works for the Parliament! For a Tory MP! Eww! We chat, talk about shit, have a laugh. Paul and his friends leave to finish their mate's leaving party somewhere else. Fuck him. David wants to go to a gay place. I ask him if William's gay, he says he doesn't know. While we are looking for a cab, William whispers to my ears: "I don't give a fuck about going to a club, I wanna go to your place". Well okay then he really is gay!
In the club, the three of us have two double vodka redbull. Completely hammered. I tell William that even though I don't agree with Margaret Thatcher's policies, she's been a great Prime Minister and I have the feeling I gave him abn orgasm just by saying that. We finish our drinks very quickly and we run to a cab playing I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Is Gone and we start singing in the car.
We arrive at my place, and I introduce William to Vicky and Patrick, after telling them secretly "I invited a guy, but it's not the same as yesterday". We go to bed, we have a nice time. (I didn't know Jonathan was here this weekend, he must have heard everything!!!)
The following morning, we have breakfast on Stoke Newington Church Street but he only reads the sport news. I'm bored to death. He runs to get his bus and tells me he'll get my number from David. No news since then.
| Name | Juju |
|---|---|
| Age | 25 |
| Likes | men |
| Lives in | London |

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