I met E when I moved to London. I've always had a lucky streak with finding flats and London was no different: The flatshare was close to a train station which took me directly to work and I had my own bathroom but but the best part was the flatmate that came with it. Cecily was a darling of a girl and a party machine beyond her years. With her came a crowd of fun people to pass the London nights. One of them was her good gay friend Earnest, who had slept with over hundred women before he came out three years ago. I thought it was a funny story and at the few events we met, we had friendly chats but nothing beyond that. Then I took another job in Berlin and moved away.

In the end, cheap flight carriers were to blame for the complications of my love life. When I left for Berlin in June, I promised Cecily to see her again soon. She had her annual Danish party weekend with her friends planned in November and I promised to join. To be honest, I wasn't very serious about it because I had expected the flight tickets be beyond my means but easyjet took care of that. When the weekend finally came, Cecily had to stay in London for work. I was very disappointed but she persuaded me to go anyway to party with her friends that I knew from London. And so I packed my bag and went and had a great time. Only thing was that I forgot to bring a sleeping bag and had to share a blanket... and so it all began.