Nice afternoon, walking down the glorious Old Compton St and then you arrive at what can only be described as the watering hole. Café Nero. Right in the middle of the street with chairs spanning all around the outside of the building. Opposite, the other café with the same layout. An array of gay men sipping on their non-fat lattés with designer stubble and peering eyes waiting for fresh meat to walk past like a crocodile waiting for the wildebeest.
When my friend and I walk past the ‘danger zone’ it can sometimes feel as if you are ripped of all your decency and lost all clothes on your back in the process. You feel naked with prying eyes judging you up and down.
Not once are they thinking ‘bet their interesting.’ Just praying in their minds that you are in fact a bottom.
May I add that this is only around the afternoon of which is the worse time. In fact avoid the watering hole at all costs on a Sunday afternoon. Young boys you will not return home alive to your partner or flatmates resulting in one Sunday lunch to go cold.
Now after a long morning this can sometimes be a fun way to make yourself feel good. I am not ashamed to admit such derogatory behaviour. If for some reason you are feeling down. Don’t look up in the phonebook for the biggest advert of a psychiatrist cause you assume they are the best. Just simply put on your ‘Sunday’ best and go for a stroll down Old Compton St, no matter who you are you will get some attention. Just one set of eyes is all you need and you can quickly scatter through and then return home safely and proudly. Knowing that some old man with a foam moustache found you attractive today!
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