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Ah Soho, such a shifting mixum-gatherum of grace and grot, such a protean hybrid of shabby and genteel.
RL Stevenson in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (published in 1886) described a Soho street which contained "...a gin palace, a low French eating house, a shop for the retail of penny numbers and two penny salads, many ragged children huddled in the doorways, and women of many different nationalities passing out, key in hand" – and little has changed.
It's easy to use the old fallback booze plan to avoid awkwardness, particularly because you're not in a place yet where you'd do something like take a day trip or even have dinner. Even if you use condoms, and I hope you are, you never know who else he could be sleeping with.
The drinking culture that pervades dating nowadays.
2) Being in a relationship with someone, while still dating other people.
This is so there is not anxiety of worrying about where him or her is or what him or her is doing.
And you probably both trimmed your pubes in preparation for this. Having to juggle multiple guys so you don't get sprung on one.
No matter how exhausted or not in the mood you both are, you have a duty as post-date sleepover partners — nay, as AMERICANS — to do it. But you might not have sex frequently enough to learn each others' styles and needs. You don't really feel like you can ask the person what they want in the long run.
The walls are cream-neutral and bare of decoration, unless you count a mirror. Like the Liquor, 10 Greek Street operates a no-bookings policy, but you don't have to queue round the block.
Here, if they're full, they'll take your name, send you off to the Pillars next door, and tell you when your table's ready.
Luckily, when we arrived there was a table free, but seated at either end of a rectangle, with a buzz of chat reverberating across the bare room, it was hard to communicate.
I looked round in desperation – and saw people eating in the kitchen.
Two minutes later, we were sitting on little stools, cramped a little too closely against a trio of genial Dutchmen employed by a Japanese IT company nearby, and gazing at the chef's theatre before us. The kitchen, white-tiled like a municipal bath, is in a circular room surmounted by a fancy skylight, or pergola.