The first of many crazy and unpredictable twist to this story.
After making the acquaintance of the 6 Danes what ensued was many drunken adventures together.We spent almost every day with one another. I even ended up moving into the same hostel as the group. It felt good to be inter graded back into an environment familiar to me. It is however quite humorous that in London it would take a group of Danish people to accomplish this. I had not had this much fun in a long time! Day after day, night after night, for most of July we merrily gallivanted every pub, show, park, store, and diner in Camden along with what felt like the rest of London. I really fell in love with the whole group and had such a good time with all of them!
I began to especially bond with one of the girls in the group who simply went by "Jello." Al though the name she went by was particularly strange, I never asked questions regarding it. Jello and I had a lot to talk about and would often find our own adventures when the rest of the group was to tired or not interested in going out. We shared a strong interest in the same unique sub culture and hobby's. One day we even made the crazy decision to get tattoo's together on the inside of our bottom lip. It was certain after this point I would never forget Jello,the Danes, or my time in London, even if I wanted to!
I started to realize as time went on that I was really beginning to develop feelings for this Jello girl. There was about a million reasons not to. We had only known each other for less than a month, we where from 2 different country's on opposite sides of the earth, I was 10 years older than her, and a million other reasons. I needed to just forget about this girl and try to ignore what I was feeling. I did my best to do so and move on. Regretfully I knew there was no chance in hell this would or could work. I had to leave her behind and forget about those silly feelings I was secretly harboring.
In late July I said farewell to the outgoing group and Jello as I left for Paris. I had planned this trip out months ago and had already booked a week in a Paris. My train tickets and hostel where already paid for. We spent our last few hours together in Camden outside enjoying the weather. As I turned my back to them and walked towards that train station, I felt an emptiness and the return of a void that had recently been filled. The doors to the euro star train closed and hours later I was in Paris France. I backpacked my way to the hostel and checked in. I went site seeing and to the Eiffel tower my first day. However every hour that I was there felt more and more like a mistake. All I could think about was the group of friends I had made back in London and the girl I had met. I slept terrible that night and spent the entire next day in the bar. That is when I made the first of many intoxicated unpredictable and wild decisions that would shape this story and my life to date....
To be continued.
I began to especially bond with one of the girls in the group who simply went by "Jello." Al though the name she went by was particularly strange, I never asked questions regarding it. Jello and I had a lot to talk about and would often find our own adventures when the rest of the group was to tired or not interested in going out. We shared a strong interest in the same unique sub culture and hobby's. One day we even made the crazy decision to get tattoo's together on the inside of our bottom lip. It was certain after this point I would never forget Jello,the Danes, or my time in London, even if I wanted to!
I started to realize as time went on that I was really beginning to develop feelings for this Jello girl. There was about a million reasons not to. We had only known each other for less than a month, we where from 2 different country's on opposite sides of the earth, I was 10 years older than her, and a million other reasons. I needed to just forget about this girl and try to ignore what I was feeling. I did my best to do so and move on. Regretfully I knew there was no chance in hell this would or could work. I had to leave her behind and forget about those silly feelings I was secretly harboring.
In late July I said farewell to the outgoing group and Jello as I left for Paris. I had planned this trip out months ago and had already booked a week in a Paris. My train tickets and hostel where already paid for. We spent our last few hours together in Camden outside enjoying the weather. As I turned my back to them and walked towards that train station, I felt an emptiness and the return of a void that had recently been filled. The doors to the euro star train closed and hours later I was in Paris France. I backpacked my way to the hostel and checked in. I went site seeing and to the Eiffel tower my first day. However every hour that I was there felt more and more like a mistake. All I could think about was the group of friends I had made back in London and the girl I had met. I slept terrible that night and spent the entire next day in the bar. That is when I made the first of many intoxicated unpredictable and wild decisions that would shape this story and my life to date....
To be continued.
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