I never got your name, I assume you’re 33 Your voice it sounded kind I hope that you like me When you see my face, I hope that you don’t laugh I’m not a film-star beauty I sent a photograph I hope that you don’t laugh…
I actually don't. I honestly don't. I saw your name as lyviaalexandra and so I took Alex from that. I had no idea you liked Lady Grey, I just said Lady Grey because it is the only tea I drink. No need to get self-conscious, anxious or paranoid, you really don't know me. Because if you did, I would have asked you out already.
Hm. You have good taste in tea. Not paranoid, I can usually just narrow it down to a select group of people when I’m referred to as Alex. It’s something I don’t hear very often these days.
Who knows? I was hoping you'd be the one who would like to combine both, alas I am alone and tortured once again. Alex, let's start our own tea porn business. You can draw pictures of cups in compromising positions and I will create the stories to accompany the images. Then you and I can buy a bathtub shaped like a teacup, pour Lady Grey into it and make love until the caffeine seeps into our pores and almost kills us. So romantic, so romantic.
Oh my goodness you called me Alex. So you actually know me. AND YOU KNOW I LIKE LADY GREY. Shit.
How about combining both? Pouring hot tea onto each other during sex? Wouldn't that be incredible? Earth moving stuff, I think you'll agree. Mmmmmm tea. As an aside, I sincerely hope it is obvious that I am clearly taking the piss?
Clearly. Also there must be someone out there who enjoys tea and sex together so maybe be careful who you proposition that to.
Tea won’t make you feel inadequate and rarely leaves you unsatisfied, it will be there day and night and totally won’t get mad at you if you try a different type of tea or drink a cup of coffee in front of it. There’s no emotional baggage or guilt with tea and it is always delicious. But tea can’t give you babies. If you want that sort of thing.
Recommend some restaurants in London pleasssse :) xxx
It totally depends what you want! The Folly is pretty nice, also Mildred’s in Soho for vegetarian and vegan stuff, Skylon, Gaucho’s is good for steak lovers, I went to Pizza East in Shoreditch recently and that was pretty good but super super popular. The Wolseley is great for breakfast and lunch; also De Scalzo I think it’s called, in Knightsbridge. They do great breakfast and cakes in there! I hope that helps!
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail: And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight ‘twould win me That with music loud and long I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed And drunk the milk of Paradise.