Girls don't like strange men in their houses

It's been a fair old week since my last blog entry and I feel like I have gone full circle. Last Wednesday I was in my hostel wishing I had more excitement and more friends. Well since then I have had both.

I've led a pub crawl, advertised myself online as a rentboy, applied to live with nudists, stayed with three Irish girls, gone for a hike with a Swiss and a New Zealander (resulting in losing the New Zealander in a shopping centre), had thanksgiving dinner 2 days in a row, had a cartoon drawing of me running with Roger Daltry and slept on plenty of sofas....

I know find myself back a hostel. This time over the road. I left my last hostel last Friday and have survived rent free till this Thursday. I hoped this would be a sociable and enjoyable situation for all. I have cooked dinner, mowed lawns, entertained toddlers and offered my friendship. Sadly somewhere along this journey I have gone wrong somewhere. The Irish girls who so kindly invited me over did seem a little surprised that I actually took them up on the offer and even after I cooked them dinner I could sense they weren't that comfortable with me being there. Maybe it was my statue of David apron that I chose to cook in or maybe it was the fact that I did get with one of the girls and maybe appeared like some awkward stalker hoping to reignite the passions by plonking himself on her sofa. Really I'm just a guy on a budget, who wants to make friends and was hoping to stay somewhere with a bit more space than a hostel. I can see how ppl assumed the earlier, so I thought I couldn't stay another evening. I headed back to an English girls house (I'd slept on her sofa the night before, she's a friend of a friend and was very kind to take me in) to pick up clothes as I was heading to an interview. The interview went well but there was no work available for me at the time. I then went to a cafe to have lunch and hand in my resume. On my way to my next port of call I realised I needed a dump. My friend had left a key under the doorstep for my earlier visit to pick up some clothes and I didn't think anything of popping in. She had also offered to wash some clothes for me. However when her flatmate returned to find me sat on the sofa with the washing machine whirring she didn't look too impressed. Not realising my faux pas just yet I texted explaining I might need the sofa another evening as I didn't think I could head back to the Irish. I recieved a reply that I had only been told where the key was to get my interview clothes and me hanging out in the house made them feel uncomfortable. That was enough for me I packed my bags and left. It left me feeling awkward but I must remember I was the one who has been imposing myself on people. I have decided to put an end to my couchsurfing days, with females at least, as even though I consider myself a happy go lucky I must give off some kind of pant sniffing stalker vibe. We can't all be perfect can we?It's also quite hard to explain sorry I just needed to take a big steaming turd in your toilet and then it seemed a good idea to wash my clothes..... Anyways I'd love to hear what people think, my social boundaries obviously are a bit more relaxed than other peoples and I'd like to know how to change my behaviour for future travels. Reading ppls instructions to the letter could be a start, she did specify I could pop back to pick up some clothes but I kind of gloss over detail like that.

So I'm back in the hostel which is cool. I don't feel like I'm intruding on anyone which is a lot nicer. Maybe you should have known a person for more than a few hours till you invite yourselves to their house but I'm glad I tried else would I have learnt?

I have options for accomodation and this could clear up some of the things I said earlier. Using the sex sells tactic I titled my plea for a roof over my head as $600 rentboy.... Needless to say people viewed it and it got an overwhelmingly positive response. I had received very few replies on craigslist when enquiring about accommodation and in less than four hours this post had recieved 6 replies. Thats more than one reply per hour, crazy! It did state that I wasn't a rentboy and that it was just a cheap tactic to get you to read my post. A french girl got back to me with a very funny email and we might be meeting to house hunt as a team. Another person offered me short term rent and a couple sound like they have head hunted me as a potential house mate. Sadly the nudist couple I emailed to rent with haven't replied, damn it they had a hot tub!

So tonight I go to the comedy club to watch some improvisation, hope its good!