today was a lovely spring, almost summer's day. bought a marc jacobs top, some books i'd been wanting to read for a while, then headed to east london to meet some friends of mine with a bbq in mind.
there we were, standing outside a liqour store debating what alcohol to bring to the party when i saw him. the rubbish english guy who's savannah's friend. with a girl. i don't think he saw me, but they crossed the market stalls and walked towards the store we were standing opposite. i grabbed cynithia and jessica and hissed that they should look at the blond with the girl in the black top. i then sent poor cynthia into the store and followed her in.
so much for an indifferent oh hello there or letting me spot him. the fact that i entered the store and he was standing in line meant i couldn't really do anything but acknowledge him. i'm not very good with strategems... neverless cheek kisses were exchanged and standard wassups. i played it way cool. he asked what i was doing in that neck of the woods, but that was about it. i guess neither of us had a strong desire to chat, and i didn't want to ask what he was doing up north either.
i couldn't help it. my heart beat faster when i spotted him. maybe because i spotted him with another girl, i don't know. and i was certainly shaking when he left. a fact which i thought was just a minor reaction in my head until cynthia pointed out i was shaking.
so i txt'd im boy about how i ran into rubbish guy when i wasn't looking hot. and bless him, im boy, who is out on a date tonight and thus also not right for me, returned a text a few hours later with loyal words of support.
i really feel lost with men in london. it's just so hard. i don't want to end up as cynical as savannah. but i feel i'm heading that way. with every man that i meet whom i like who doesn't like me back. i know deep down inside i'm waiting for the right guy to come along. not someone to marry or anything, but someone who's right for me. but it just doesn't happen. it's been 2 years and i am yet to meet a guy who likes me.
there we were, standing outside a liqour store debating what alcohol to bring to the party when i saw him. the rubbish english guy who's savannah's friend. with a girl. i don't think he saw me, but they crossed the market stalls and walked towards the store we were standing opposite. i grabbed cynithia and jessica and hissed that they should look at the blond with the girl in the black top. i then sent poor cynthia into the store and followed her in.
so much for an indifferent oh hello there or letting me spot him. the fact that i entered the store and he was standing in line meant i couldn't really do anything but acknowledge him. i'm not very good with strategems... neverless cheek kisses were exchanged and standard wassups. i played it way cool. he asked what i was doing in that neck of the woods, but that was about it. i guess neither of us had a strong desire to chat, and i didn't want to ask what he was doing up north either.
i couldn't help it. my heart beat faster when i spotted him. maybe because i spotted him with another girl, i don't know. and i was certainly shaking when he left. a fact which i thought was just a minor reaction in my head until cynthia pointed out i was shaking.
so i txt'd im boy about how i ran into rubbish guy when i wasn't looking hot. and bless him, im boy, who is out on a date tonight and thus also not right for me, returned a text a few hours later with loyal words of support.
i really feel lost with men in london. it's just so hard. i don't want to end up as cynical as savannah. but i feel i'm heading that way. with every man that i meet whom i like who doesn't like me back. i know deep down inside i'm waiting for the right guy to come along. not someone to marry or anything, but someone who's right for me. but it just doesn't happen. it's been 2 years and i am yet to meet a guy who likes me.
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