- This is absolutely unbelievable- said my friend sitting comfortably in a bar in Shoreditch after working hours.
- It's completely normal- said The Guy I Lived With finishing the dishes after dinner.- It's London, the middle of the winter, everybody expects something, spirituality doesn't exist here.
His part would be completely understandable. If it was not a reaction on a text I got while sitting on a tube, coming from my rather distant friend and literally offering me sex on the Morrison's parking.
Ladies and Gentleman, this is the City of London. An absolutely unique place with one special quality: you can find here sex everywhere, every time, on every corner. On every street during busy hours you can meet at least three people who are up for booming basically now. And that's only my personal observation and I don't consider myself as an adveturous person.
MR FRANK
- Don't look at me like that, I'm not a sexuologist. I'm not going to put a puzzle to your new 'outraged' post.
- But don't we have anything such as 'moral rights' in our law?
- That's the point- said Frank more cheerfully and rised his gaze towards me- This is all the question of interpretation. Or, if you prefer, the illumination.
- Oh my God- said I realizing that this time Frank was not going to be helpful.- You are infected.
SHOREDITCH, AFTER THE WORKING HOURS
- Unbelievable- said my friend taking a sip from one of six bottles of Sagres, bought by us in a bulk due to happy hours restrictions- I was having a dinner with my friends talking about some 'usual-not-even-true-macho-male-stuff' and they were all saying that real relationships are not actually real, that men don't really need anything lasting etc. So when I developed an critique of an online dating thing I was supposed to be supported. But then I got surrounded by silence. All of them had online profiles. And a spooky explanation in the end of their tongues:
- Do you know how problematic is to even get to know someone?
And then I realized what they meant, after I had a look on a website. There was a picture of a naked girl, thoroughly photoshopped and an encouraging call to action: 'Just register with us and don't feel intimidated! There are plenty of people who are looking for a casual relationship online'.
Yes, we did discover America, that day, in Shoreditch. I never thought that a sexual game contains a login part. Call me oldfashioned.
THE GUY I LIVED WITH
- Are you going to watch a movie?- I asked when all of the dishes were already polished precisely.
- Yes I think so- said he with his nose already immersed in the world of desktop.
- What do you have there? Anything sophistically entertaining?
- Actually, I have some documentary movies about wild nature in rainforests.
- Wild nature?
The Guy I Lived With was watching me from another corner of a kitchen.
- I don't get the joke about porn stuff. What is the point of watching porn movies? It's a documentary when everybody's naked.
ACTION
The movie which is going on around London doesn't really need a plot. It's all in behaviour. It's an everlasting story of a random community of swingers, decorated with several nice buildings and some routine to fill their hopeless lives. The cast are mostly not very attractive guys age thirty and not very smart girls, ageless and seeking a chance to change their lives into their favourite series. And other characters around, living their reality randomly and sometimes without an awereness. There is practically only one direction called...
- Hunting.
- So... you hunted me?
- That was a time when I was a terrible hunter.
MR CHARMING
It happens to my friends on and on. They meet somebody, land in their beds and another day the new acquaintaces are surprisingly silent. Then they drink a coffee and leave to never call them again.
- Yes, there are people like that- said Mr Charming who's always there, when Frank is helpless. For example, when it comes to sex.- They are never satisfied so they are looking for more and more experiences, thinking that they have to find something which will give them the real satisfaction. Some people need wealth, attention, position or prestige, for some it's all about sexual adventures. Anything because their bodies are not happy, not fully satisfied. But the bodies are not satisfied cause there is no connection. That's why it's so continuous. Sex is connected to spirituality. Whether you want it or not. If there is no connection, not even between people, but inside yourself, you will never find it. There is no sexual satisfaction without an integrity.
MY ANONYMOUS FRIEND
-The right sadness is actually somewhere else. The real sadness is that these people don't really do a lot in their lives. They put a lot of effort in moments, and they waste their energy they could use to create something lasting and fruitful. They don't know how to maintain the relation with a second person, but they still need a piece of intimacy. That's why some people don't mind to go for an arranged marriage. They don't know how to create the relationship up till this level. Moving in and moving on.
This is how I understand it, however I don't really understand these guys. They waste their weekends to search for girls, have three hours of fun, and then they wake up, alone, with an empty fridge and absolutely nothing left on them to keep or remember.
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