Birthday shag and a new friend

Tuesday was E's birthday. He didn't want to make a fuss at turning 33, so invited a few friends for a low-key drink at our local. E had invited a random selection of people - some I knew, some I didn't, and one I had met once before. His name was CS.

E made a typical, excitable fuss about how he thought we would get along. The night passed with a lot of drink and merriment, cigarettes and chats. E was given a shot of absinthe by the landlord, who was charmingly drunk and handing out hugs like candy. The absinthe put E over the edge of drunkenness.

The pub closed and we were kicked out. We stood outside smoking and finishing drinks whilst various individuals from the evening filtered away to their respective homes. Th

at left me, E, and CS standing outside the pub. I asked what their plans were - we could all go to our respective homes, or they could come back to mine in order to keep drinking. E was clearly very drunk and gave an alternate proposal - he said that he wanted to inappropriately touch my breasts. Whilst not out of character, this suggestion did catch me off guard as he had previously asked me to be discrete about our sexual relationship. I laughed nervously and tried to brush it off. CS made jokes about what would constitute "inappropriate".

I eventually got E off the subject of my breasts and convinced the two of them that we should go back to mine for another drink. We went back with Polish lager bought from the all-night shop. E promptly fell asleep on the couch with a glass of beer in hand. CS and I talked and smoked and drank for some time. Time passed, E woke up and concluded that he needed to go to sleep, and CS left in order to make his way home. It was 4am.

E and I slept, then woke up and fucked until we were sweaty, exhausted, and satisfied. We got ready for work - had a shower (and I learned that he wears his glasses in the shower), dressed and set off. Bearing in mind E's attachment to the Australian bird, he asked me to tell CS that he slept on the couch if it came up. I reminded him that he had been rather indiscreet the night before, but agreed.

A few days have passed, and interestingly, I keep thinking about CS and how I would like to see him again.

Not for me

It was T's birthday last night so a group of us went out in Camden. When there, I texted N to invite him along and along he came. After we got kicked out of the pub, we went on to a club. Dance Dance Revolution. It was all good fun.

Eventually, I got hot and went outside for a smoke. N had disappeared, but I received a text from him. He seemed to have left and gone home. As his home was a few minute walk from the club, I went over. We had a smoke and a beer and then he kissed me. We went upstairs and had sloppy drunken sex then feel asleep.

Throughout the evening and morning he was pesting me about why I describe myself as "emotionally unavailable". I think he wants to get involved. He was a bit overly cuddly and demanding.

Morning and sobriety came and shagged again, but as a result of the sobriety (I think) he lasted about 90 seconds. What a let down. I left.

Conclusion: N is okay, not amazingly interesting or engaging, and perhaps a bit too needy. And not that interesting sexually. Definitely not the guy for me.