You're not British but I'm calling you UK because for the last 14 years you've been working for the fashion industry in London doing PR. You're from here originally.
When I was dancing last night, I noticed you out of the corner of my eye and thought you were really hot. I really liked the way you came over to me just to compliment my dancing and introduce yourself. We spent the rest of the evening dancing, talking, kissing. I don't impress easily and was pleasantly surprised at how you weren't trying too hard like most do. I felt we really clicked.
I've actually been thinking about you quite a bit since.
I'm not sure if we'll have time to see each other again before you fly home on January 1 but I hope we do.
I think I want you even more because I know I can't have you.
Getting together again on Friday was fun. You still look good - I like the haircut.
You brought a film that you had worked on ... and made a brief cameo in. I wasn't really interested. It was off about 5 minutes after it started and so were my pants. Much like before we "watched" a bit more of it before doing it again.
When I offered to let you spend the night, I didn't really mean it and so when you said you couldn't because you had plans in the morning, I was thrilled. I didn't want you to stay.
"Oh I ran into your friend the other night ... tells me you're seeing someone. How's that going for you?" I said, as your were putting on your shoes in hopes of shocking you a little and perhaps making you feel guilty (although, the more I think of it, the less I think you'd feel guilt).
"Oh I was," you replied, "for a week but that didn't work out. I wasn't happy."
"So is this the part where I don't hear from you again for two months?" I asked as we said goodbye.
"We'll see," you laughed, "but probably not"
I laughed as well because I don't care. I'm not interested in you, I'm just in it for the sex.
You text messaged me several times the next day but before it went anywhere, I told you I had plans. Perhaps another time...
Last night I ran into a good friend of yours who casually mentioned in conversation that you're in a new relationship. Really? I hope for your sake they don't find out you booty called me the previous night. No scratch that ... I actually don't give a fuck.
I stick to what I said before - I'm too good for you. That's why I won't feel anything after you leave my place tomorrow morning. You're probably on your way over right now...
I just about died laughing this afternoon when you arrived at the table for lunch. Our mutual colleague lifted her glass to you as a toast; clearly you misunderstood this as you immediately took the glass from her, took a sip and said, "thanks, I'm dying for a drink".
Not to cause you any further embarassment, she let you keep her drink and ordered another.
As I awoke this morning and checked my text messages, one from you was the last thing I was expecting. It appears you sent me a text this morning at 12:40am asking how I am.
I'll never understand people like you. As I walk into the washroom, there you are in the stall ... reading. Reading!? Read somewhere else!! If you're sitting on the fucking crapper reading, then you don't need to crap - end of story! Like what the fuck are you waiting for? Are you hoping that if you flip through a magazine and look at some pictures for a while then suddently you might need to go? Do that at your fucking desk you freakshow!
To: Friday Night - I hate when someone asks for your number and then doesn't call. I'm about to do that to you. Sorry. It was dark in that club and I really couldn't tell if you were cute or not but my instinct tells me I'd be disappointed if I saw you in daylight.
That actually almost happened last night! As I made my way from a house party to another friend's party at a local bar, I walked right by you and your two friends who I recognized from last night. I think I strategically turned my head to the side slightly just in the nick-of-time as I believe I successfully walked past you undetected. That was a close one.
To: Saturday Night - When you and your friend started dancing a little closer to me and mine, I knew this was a done deal before it even started. I was ready to leave so I introduced myself, chatted briefly, took your number and told you'd I'd call you soon. I think I probably will too.
You know what your problem is? You are so desperate to be in a relationship with someone that as soon as someone shows the slightest bit of interest you practically want to marry them!
I just struck up conversation with you to see how you were doing and to let you know I was going to be travelling soon to the place we meet last winter. Next thing I know, you're telling me you had a dream about me the previous night and that you want to come visit me!
You're really nice and totally decent ... essentially you're harmless; and please do come visit me, I don't mind but just know that if you do, we'll have sex but that's all it will be to me. You deserve more than that.
I'm sorry, I forgot I was invisible today. I mean that's clearly the only reason why you walked right into me on the sidewalk and came thisclose to spilling my latte!
