On new friendships and a bad choice of shoes

I'm heading out in a bit to pick up Hemingway's friend from Hong Kong and entertaining him for the day. When Hemingway first pitched this idea to me, he did it rather geniously. "Hey, one of my best friends is coming to visit but I have to be at work, can you take care of him? He's gay, he used to be a model." Wait, how many times can I say yes to that without sounding like a total creep? I mean, who doesn't think that sounds like an absolute fantastic time?

I worry far more about what I wear when meeting my gay friends or going to gay bars than I do when meeting anyone else, even more so when it's someone explicitly interested in fashion. I now feel that I should've done laundry earlier this week with some urgency, because I'm going through that awful "Ugh, I have nothing to wear" moment. Also, I've lost weight and my black and grey jeans no longer fit without looking way too big, and the only other pants I have are bright blue and eye-straining pink. Maybe I should just go really 60's preppy, I don't know. I'll have to figure something out.

We did end up having a really good time though, walking around Stockholm, talking about everything and anything. It felt like we kinda connected, and that was fun. Making friends can be a bit of an arduous process, but I genuinly enjoyed spending time with this guy. We ended up going by O's place and doing he longboarding thing, which is roughly a million times harder than it looks. Rolling back and forth down a road with a helmet that can only be described as looking like half a bowling ball stuck to your head feels less than sexy, and I'd totally blanked the boarding lesson in my choice of shoes - my beloved wedged heels. Wedged heels were not made for boarding, lemme just put that out there.

Hemingway, his friend and I had dinner together before I started feeling really sluggish. Hello fever, welcome back again. It was quickly decided that I should stay at home while they went out to check out a free concert, which was both nice and a little sad at once. I feel a tiny bit like the third wheel when it's the three of us, because obviously they've been friends for forever and sometimes they will naturally want to speak Cantonese, but I still had so much fun today just hanging out, that it would've been nice to be able to go with them if I'd had the energy. Ah well, more fun days to come I'm sure.

Speaking of fantastic times, Sherlock should be coming back pretty soon now, and while pining horribly for Benedict Cumberbatch I found these South Korean trailers that are totally shipping the hell out of Sherlock and John Watson. It's hilarious. Oh South Korea, you know what female fans want to see. I mean, I'm not normally big on shipping people onscreen, but I have a soft spot in my heart for Sherlock and John. Thank the lord for creative editing.