On the importance of looking people in the face
Especially when insulting them, looking at the floor and mumbling "You have no manners" is not effective.
Walking along the street and eyeballing those you pass is a difficult skill, one that I have not yet entirely mastered.
I used to be a little frightened to look men in the face, especially when dressed up to the nines in a pair of skinny jeans and heels. If a man was checking me out I read PREDATOR in their look, and would immediately turn my face away. And some are predators, but these guys usually don't have the guts to keep looking if you give them a head-high look of pride.
People will smile if you are holding your head high and smiling back.
This is even harder in London than New York, methinks. A lot of English people are genuinely scared of human contact. New York seems a lot more open and up front.
And of course there's a million times more chances of good street-side flirting if you are awake to the world around you and noticing that those are real people wandering around in your vicinity.
So I'm back from my boat trip, and trying to find time to reingage in SG-world too.
I have land-sickness. The world is pitching and swaying, still, FOUR DAYS LATER. Maybe something to do with the amount of alcohol and substances consumed whilst on-ship?
It certainly was an jaunty little jaunt. Ali (owner of boat) certainly does live in an interesting world, peopled by other boat-owners all housed on the suburban marina. Interesting people, well actually kinda skanky. At one stage a girl was pissing through a caffeta in front of everyone, whilst yelling drunkenly and incoherently. I went to bed about then.
Photos were taken, but I'm not happy with them so I'll be trying again ASAP. Basically Ali lunched out on me and we had to rush the photos in between her hangover and moving on in the boat. Ah well.
Update:
Jesus H. Christ! If I don't get these photos done soon I'll never get them up here! Apparently it can take over a year to get queued!!! Blimmin 'eck.
Especially when insulting them, looking at the floor and mumbling "You have no manners" is not effective.
Walking along the street and eyeballing those you pass is a difficult skill, one that I have not yet entirely mastered.
I used to be a little frightened to look men in the face, especially when dressed up to the nines in a pair of skinny jeans and heels. If a man was checking me out I read PREDATOR in their look, and would immediately turn my face away. And some are predators, but these guys usually don't have the guts to keep looking if you give them a head-high look of pride.
People will smile if you are holding your head high and smiling back.
This is even harder in London than New York, methinks. A lot of English people are genuinely scared of human contact. New York seems a lot more open and up front.
And of course there's a million times more chances of good street-side flirting if you are awake to the world around you and noticing that those are real people wandering around in your vicinity.
So I'm back from my boat trip, and trying to find time to reingage in SG-world too.
I have land-sickness. The world is pitching and swaying, still, FOUR DAYS LATER. Maybe something to do with the amount of alcohol and substances consumed whilst on-ship?
It certainly was an jaunty little jaunt. Ali (owner of boat) certainly does live in an interesting world, peopled by other boat-owners all housed on the suburban marina. Interesting people, well actually kinda skanky. At one stage a girl was pissing through a caffeta in front of everyone, whilst yelling drunkenly and incoherently. I went to bed about then.
Photos were taken, but I'm not happy with them so I'll be trying again ASAP. Basically Ali lunched out on me and we had to rush the photos in between her hangover and moving on in the boat. Ah well.
Update:
Jesus H. Christ! If I don't get these photos done soon I'll never get them up here! Apparently it can take over a year to get queued!!! Blimmin 'eck.
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Most people even actually have the time to say hello when passing, in the south.