Dear Anyone,
Although we have not yet entered 2010, and it's a little early to be reciting my resolutions, I would just like to inform you of one I have made. I will be leaving all these Doing-Nothing-For-Me men back in 2009.
I have decided to leave the idea of Muscle here in 2009. Yes, he ticks most of the boxes on my list, and yes, I probably held a fraction of hope that one day maybe, just maybe, we might actually get together, but I've accepted that it more than likely won't happen. I came to this conclusion a couple of weeks ago when I called him just to catch up, since we hadn't spoken for a while. It was a Sunday afternoon and he said he was just chilling at home, but he kept yawning, and I think the thing that cemented it for me was the fact that he ended the conversation. They say that the one who made the call should be the one to end it, and if the other person does, then they are probably bored or don't want to speak to you. I'm not saying there was any type of malicious intent, but maybe I should just take a hint. So I will. We'll always be friends, because I think he's a great guy, but any sort of harboured hope I may hold will no longer remain.
As for Tod, the whole 'it is what it is' won't be any longer. It's really not worth it and I deserve 100% better. Entertaining him is compromising who I am and what I actually want. I know there are many girls who he spins the same lyrics to as he spins to me, so I just don't see why I should lower myself. Again with him I'll also remain friends, but nothing further.
The Body isn't even really worth mentioning. He calls or messages me probably when I cross his mind every few weeks, and aside from him being young, I feel he is someone who wants to be chased and expects a girl to come to him on his own time, and that doesn't work for me. He'll ask when I'm free, and he will want it to be at that momemt that he's contacted me, when I'm usually busy, but he won't make an effort to arrange a time and make it happen, which is annoying really. Hot boy, but I need a hot man.
So hopefully, together with your prayers and my strength, I will leave these people (as I've known them) here at the end of 2009, and begin the new decade with a new network and new opportunities and experiences.
Sunday, 6 December 2009
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Plus None?
Dear Anyone,
I have just come back from a wedding I attended all by myself. As in... no date, no mate, just me and people I had a good chance of not knowing. Would that not be considered a nightmare for some people?!
I was invited by the groom Aidan, who I went to University with. When I received the invitation I was quite impressed by its packaging. It was rolled in a golden coloured tube, with a nice golden ribbon tied around it. I read the details, and apart from the fact that it was all the way across London, I was baffled by the "(1)" written beside my name. Did this mean me plus one, or me alone? I sent Aidan a text asking just that, and his reply was: "Just you." Ok... never heard that one before.
I seriously SERIOUSLY debated whether or not to go, because I know myself. If it's just me invited, then it means trekking all the way in no car, and carrying my shoes, because I'm not hurting my feet in heels for anyone. But I'm so glad I decided to go - it was lovely!
I was at the table reserved for Uni friends, so I was with at least four others that I knew and haven't seen for years, but we were all joking around and reminiscing, and it was great. I didn't feel awkward at all. At one point one of the guys suggested that a few of us exchange seats, so that everyone mingles with each other, and it worked.
They say that there is always a chance that you could meet a potential new 'someone' at a wedding, and although this didn't really happen for me, I did get talking to one guy who I knew from Uni but we didn't speak back then. To be honest, he used to scare me a little, and I told him so today. Back then he just seemed aggressive, with his gold tooth and tattoos. He laughed when I told him, and one of the other guys said that I'm not the first to think that. But now that I've actually spoken to him, he's quite mellow and funny... and cute. I gave him my details to find me on Facebook (his suggestion), so we'll see.
Despite the typical wet English weather trying to dampen the mood, it has turned out to be a really nice day. It's lovely to see Aidan so happy, and his new wife seems like a lovely woman, judging by all the tributes that were made. Aidan reckons it will be my turn soon, and I appreciate his faith, but I'm saying nothing. It's made me think that I need to get my skates on though, 2011 isn't that far off...
I have just come back from a wedding I attended all by myself. As in... no date, no mate, just me and people I had a good chance of not knowing. Would that not be considered a nightmare for some people?!
I was invited by the groom Aidan, who I went to University with. When I received the invitation I was quite impressed by its packaging. It was rolled in a golden coloured tube, with a nice golden ribbon tied around it. I read the details, and apart from the fact that it was all the way across London, I was baffled by the "(1)" written beside my name. Did this mean me plus one, or me alone? I sent Aidan a text asking just that, and his reply was: "Just you." Ok... never heard that one before.
I seriously SERIOUSLY debated whether or not to go, because I know myself. If it's just me invited, then it means trekking all the way in no car, and carrying my shoes, because I'm not hurting my feet in heels for anyone. But I'm so glad I decided to go - it was lovely!
I was at the table reserved for Uni friends, so I was with at least four others that I knew and haven't seen for years, but we were all joking around and reminiscing, and it was great. I didn't feel awkward at all. At one point one of the guys suggested that a few of us exchange seats, so that everyone mingles with each other, and it worked.
They say that there is always a chance that you could meet a potential new 'someone' at a wedding, and although this didn't really happen for me, I did get talking to one guy who I knew from Uni but we didn't speak back then. To be honest, he used to scare me a little, and I told him so today. Back then he just seemed aggressive, with his gold tooth and tattoos. He laughed when I told him, and one of the other guys said that I'm not the first to think that. But now that I've actually spoken to him, he's quite mellow and funny... and cute. I gave him my details to find me on Facebook (his suggestion), so we'll see.
Despite the typical wet English weather trying to dampen the mood, it has turned out to be a really nice day. It's lovely to see Aidan so happy, and his new wife seems like a lovely woman, judging by all the tributes that were made. Aidan reckons it will be my turn soon, and I appreciate his faith, but I'm saying nothing. It's made me think that I need to get my skates on though, 2011 isn't that far off...
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Starved
Dear Anyone,
I've been thinking about Muscle and Tod quite a bit in the past week. I haven't actually seen or spoken to Tod for a while, and Muscle and I had a conversation by text a few days ago, which is what got me thinking about him again. I think it's because I'm starved of affection right now. I'm bored. I'd like some kind of distraction at least until my future husband decides to show himself. Or better still - I'd like him to make an appearance now, please.
I think I'm just going through one of those lonely phases again. Right now I am actually, completely and utterly single, as in, if I meet someone new right now I won't have to consider anyone else's feelings or wonder how I'd break the news to someone else. As single as the day I was born - that's me.
I do have work and other things going on, that other people successfully use to occupy their minds, but that doesn't really work for me. Well it's not working right now anyway. I'm not going to bore you with what I want exactly, because I'm sure with the number of times I have been on and on about it, you could recite it to me word-perfect.
I just need a new routine, new scenery, new opportunities, and most of all, as LL Cool J put it - I NEED LOVE!!
I've been thinking about Muscle and Tod quite a bit in the past week. I haven't actually seen or spoken to Tod for a while, and Muscle and I had a conversation by text a few days ago, which is what got me thinking about him again. I think it's because I'm starved of affection right now. I'm bored. I'd like some kind of distraction at least until my future husband decides to show himself. Or better still - I'd like him to make an appearance now, please.
I think I'm just going through one of those lonely phases again. Right now I am actually, completely and utterly single, as in, if I meet someone new right now I won't have to consider anyone else's feelings or wonder how I'd break the news to someone else. As single as the day I was born - that's me.
I do have work and other things going on, that other people successfully use to occupy their minds, but that doesn't really work for me. Well it's not working right now anyway. I'm not going to bore you with what I want exactly, because I'm sure with the number of times I have been on and on about it, you could recite it to me word-perfect.
I just need a new routine, new scenery, new opportunities, and most of all, as LL Cool J put it - I NEED LOVE!!
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Can't Live With 'Em, Can't Live Without 'Em
Dear Anyone,
I'm currently going through one of those phases where my family is getting on my nerves, and it feels a bit too crowded at home. My mum just keeps moaning, and it makes me not want to be around. She says I have an answer for everything, and maybe I do, but I told her that I'm not going to stay quiet and let her think she's right, when I don't think she is. Was that rude?
My youngest brother is taking the utmost PISS in paying back money he owes me. I've had to confiscate the new phone he ordered, which he's not getting it back until I get my money, and he knows not to ask me for it either. It's so annoying, I give him an inch and he takes a mile, as they say.
I really need my own place, my room is just not enough. That way relationships won't be so strained and people won't get irritable. But of course that's where the issue of money comes in.... Sigh...
I'm currently going through one of those phases where my family is getting on my nerves, and it feels a bit too crowded at home. My mum just keeps moaning, and it makes me not want to be around. She says I have an answer for everything, and maybe I do, but I told her that I'm not going to stay quiet and let her think she's right, when I don't think she is. Was that rude?
My youngest brother is taking the utmost PISS in paying back money he owes me. I've had to confiscate the new phone he ordered, which he's not getting it back until I get my money, and he knows not to ask me for it either. It's so annoying, I give him an inch and he takes a mile, as they say.
I really need my own place, my room is just not enough. That way relationships won't be so strained and people won't get irritable. But of course that's where the issue of money comes in.... Sigh...
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Declaration!
Dear Anyone,
I am putting it out there to let it be known by all: On this day in exactly two years time... I SHALL BE GETTING MARRIED.
To whom - I don't know. Where - I have no clue. But I do know when:
Saturday on the 20th day of August in the year 2011.
So please write it in your diaries and start planning your outfits. Ladies - no black please.
Thank you.
I am putting it out there to let it be known by all: On this day in exactly two years time... I SHALL BE GETTING MARRIED.
To whom - I don't know. Where - I have no clue. But I do know when:
Saturday on the 20th day of August in the year 2011.
So please write it in your diaries and start planning your outfits. Ladies - no black please.
Thank you.
Friday, 14 August 2009
Let's Have A Good Ole Catch Up
Dear Anyone,
I've realised that I have become a bit slack in updating you on what has been going on, so instead of writing a number of different posts, I'm going to update you in one. Go and make your cuppa and get comfy. Let's see...
I last told you about meeting The Body at the beginning of July. Well it's been a bit of a let down to be honest. We met up very briefly at the train station in our area that following Friday, when he was on his way to his brother's house for the night. It was literally for about five minutes. We'd been speaking on the phone throughout the week and I think we were both just very curious about what the other looked like close up! I definitely wasn't disappointed. We then met up again on the Sunday afternoon (which we joked about being our anniversary), but we only went for a drive, then parked up outside the block he lives in, because he admitted that he was presently broke and didn't really have the funds to go out and have a proper date. But it gave us the opportunity to talk and get to know each other a bit more. I thought he seemed like a cool guy, a bit quiet, but not in a way that made it awkward. To be honest though, I kind of got the hint that we might not be looking for the same thing when we'd spoken on the phone earlier and he told me he was horny, and tried to ask me personal questions about sex. I wasn't really feeling that, but I still decided to remain open-minded, you know, trying not to be the Agenda Girl that I identified myself as. We met up again the following Friday and went for something to eat, then back to his place, where we watched a bit of telly and chilled. Yes, there was a little kissing and touching, but nothing much. We fell asleep and woke up at about 3am, and he paid for my cab home. I haven't seen him since then though. There have been one or two text and phone conversations, but nothing to report. He reckons he's busy job hunting (he told me he'd quit his job, because it wasn't for him, but I don't know how convinced I am about that) and I know he goes to the gym every day. I'm not really as bothered as I probably should or thought I would be. As gorgeous as he is, I don't think that spark was there. All this happened about a month ago, and we haven't really spoken much since, so I might give him a call and see how he is. Won't hurt, will it?
I've just come back from a holiday in New York and I want to go back! I went with my cousins Ursula and Wonder for 10 days, and we rented a condo in Harlem. It was lovely - one of those that makes you wish you had your own place... well me anyway. The location was extremely convenient, because we had a main road at either end of ours, so we had easy access to all kinds of shops, plus it was only two blocks from the nearest subway. I have to say though, I don't find it as cheap over there as it used to be. I know that the GBP is not as strong against the US Dollar as usual, but I think this recession has made them increase their prices generally. Such is life I guess. It was Ursula's birthday three days after we arrived, so we had a little get-together with the few people we know over there - Ursula's two cousins, and her friend from London, Wonder's "friend" who moved there a few months ago, and his friend (who they tried to set me up with, but I wasn't even slightly interested), and another of her friends who she met on Myspace (he's a funny young man though). It was a nice day, except Wonder let her "friend" upset her, and that resulted in her being a bit of an emotional wreck for the rest of the evening. Ursula had fun and got drunk, so that was the main thing. In fact, I don't think I'll even discuss the mass alcohol consumption during the course of the ten days... All I will say is that my liver is probably going to punish me soon. We also took a trip to a huge shopping mall in New Jersey, called Jersey Gardens (courtesy of my friend Minnie), and visited Brooklyn. Ursula's aunt lives in Brooklyn and she was nice enough to cook plenty of food to last us the entire trip, so we in turn went to visit her (where she cooked for us again!) and give her a 'thank you' gift. Wonder didn't come with us that day though, because she allowed that piss-taking "friend" of hers to do just that - take the piss. He knew we'd had plans to go to Brooklyn that day, so he called in the morning and said he wanted to come with us. We had breakfast, showered, dressed, chilled, and he still hadn't turned up, so we decided that we needed to leave. Wonder called him to find out where he was, and he was still at home. I kept telling her to tell him to meet us there, but instead she asked him if she should wait for him. She flopped. Ursula and I went ahead, and let's just say we didn't see Wonder and her man until we had headed back to Times Sq. I couldn't really talk to her for a bit, because it pissed me off that she allowed this guy to mess up our plans, and she claimed to be annoyed at him, but she was still acting all lovey-dovey with him. I think this trip made me realise that Wonder and I are two different holiday types. I like to make the most of the trip and opportunities that arise, and she......... doesn't. Simples. But overall we enjoyed it, and made some new friends, so that's all good. And now I'm back to researching how to get some work over there for about a year. I'll let you know how that goes.
Hmm... what else? I still speak to Muscle every so often, usually by text. He's still hot, but why would that change? I saw him just before I went to NYC, when we met up after work for me to take my Scrabble board game back from him (I'd been to his place earlier this year and we played it, and naturally I won). He's cool though, just very busy it seems.
Tod is still Tod. Still undeserving, but I don't intend to marry him, so it still is what it is. I saw him when we got back from NYC, but before then the last time I saw him was in February I think. I don't have the time or energy to be dealing with baby-mama drama - not even slightly interested in it. It's one of those situations where he doesn't know what he wants, but he doesn't want me to not be there. I'm under no illusion about him and other women, as much as he tries to tell me there are none, I'm constantly hearing things to the contrary. It's not like I'm sitting here waiting for him to be ready for me, so he can do what he wants. I'm still (just about) keeping hope alive that I'll find someone to come with what I'm looking for, and I'm still searching and trying to be open minded, so one day... We won't go into the fact that I'm nearly 32 and banking on a six-month whirlwind romance, otherwise we'll be here forever.
In terms of my job... well I'm still at this place, but also still on my grind. Let's not talk about the day job, because I'm trying to be more positive in the things I focus on. So with the writing, I'm currently doing a couple of things: writing for a new UK men's magazine called Candy Mag. It is image heavy, but they have a few articles to hopefully engage females also. The models are semi-glamour models, so there is no full nudity, just implied, and though it is unpaid for now, it is something I don't mind doing because I do need to build my portfolio. I have also written biographies for a couple of models, to be used as a pitch to potential clients. In fact, let me name them now, so that when they become Supermodels, you'll know that I had a hand in it! Natalie Suliman and Sanya Hughes. Natalie has already been receiving press interest, as she is the owner of the famous pair of breasts used for Marks & Spencer's lingerie ad. Their manager also wants me to write a biog for himself and mini ones for his staff to go on their website and Wikipedia, which is great, because it's extra money in my pocket!!
So that's about it really, and new and I'll let you know. And I promise to do better with my updates, because my slackness isn't fair on the rest of you....
I've realised that I have become a bit slack in updating you on what has been going on, so instead of writing a number of different posts, I'm going to update you in one. Go and make your cuppa and get comfy. Let's see...
I last told you about meeting The Body at the beginning of July. Well it's been a bit of a let down to be honest. We met up very briefly at the train station in our area that following Friday, when he was on his way to his brother's house for the night. It was literally for about five minutes. We'd been speaking on the phone throughout the week and I think we were both just very curious about what the other looked like close up! I definitely wasn't disappointed. We then met up again on the Sunday afternoon (which we joked about being our anniversary), but we only went for a drive, then parked up outside the block he lives in, because he admitted that he was presently broke and didn't really have the funds to go out and have a proper date. But it gave us the opportunity to talk and get to know each other a bit more. I thought he seemed like a cool guy, a bit quiet, but not in a way that made it awkward. To be honest though, I kind of got the hint that we might not be looking for the same thing when we'd spoken on the phone earlier and he told me he was horny, and tried to ask me personal questions about sex. I wasn't really feeling that, but I still decided to remain open-minded, you know, trying not to be the Agenda Girl that I identified myself as. We met up again the following Friday and went for something to eat, then back to his place, where we watched a bit of telly and chilled. Yes, there was a little kissing and touching, but nothing much. We fell asleep and woke up at about 3am, and he paid for my cab home. I haven't seen him since then though. There have been one or two text and phone conversations, but nothing to report. He reckons he's busy job hunting (he told me he'd quit his job, because it wasn't for him, but I don't know how convinced I am about that) and I know he goes to the gym every day. I'm not really as bothered as I probably should or thought I would be. As gorgeous as he is, I don't think that spark was there. All this happened about a month ago, and we haven't really spoken much since, so I might give him a call and see how he is. Won't hurt, will it?
I've just come back from a holiday in New York and I want to go back! I went with my cousins Ursula and Wonder for 10 days, and we rented a condo in Harlem. It was lovely - one of those that makes you wish you had your own place... well me anyway. The location was extremely convenient, because we had a main road at either end of ours, so we had easy access to all kinds of shops, plus it was only two blocks from the nearest subway. I have to say though, I don't find it as cheap over there as it used to be. I know that the GBP is not as strong against the US Dollar as usual, but I think this recession has made them increase their prices generally. Such is life I guess. It was Ursula's birthday three days after we arrived, so we had a little get-together with the few people we know over there - Ursula's two cousins, and her friend from London, Wonder's "friend" who moved there a few months ago, and his friend (who they tried to set me up with, but I wasn't even slightly interested), and another of her friends who she met on Myspace (he's a funny young man though). It was a nice day, except Wonder let her "friend" upset her, and that resulted in her being a bit of an emotional wreck for the rest of the evening. Ursula had fun and got drunk, so that was the main thing. In fact, I don't think I'll even discuss the mass alcohol consumption during the course of the ten days... All I will say is that my liver is probably going to punish me soon. We also took a trip to a huge shopping mall in New Jersey, called Jersey Gardens (courtesy of my friend Minnie), and visited Brooklyn. Ursula's aunt lives in Brooklyn and she was nice enough to cook plenty of food to last us the entire trip, so we in turn went to visit her (where she cooked for us again!) and give her a 'thank you' gift. Wonder didn't come with us that day though, because she allowed that piss-taking "friend" of hers to do just that - take the piss. He knew we'd had plans to go to Brooklyn that day, so he called in the morning and said he wanted to come with us. We had breakfast, showered, dressed, chilled, and he still hadn't turned up, so we decided that we needed to leave. Wonder called him to find out where he was, and he was still at home. I kept telling her to tell him to meet us there, but instead she asked him if she should wait for him. She flopped. Ursula and I went ahead, and let's just say we didn't see Wonder and her man until we had headed back to Times Sq. I couldn't really talk to her for a bit, because it pissed me off that she allowed this guy to mess up our plans, and she claimed to be annoyed at him, but she was still acting all lovey-dovey with him. I think this trip made me realise that Wonder and I are two different holiday types. I like to make the most of the trip and opportunities that arise, and she......... doesn't. Simples. But overall we enjoyed it, and made some new friends, so that's all good. And now I'm back to researching how to get some work over there for about a year. I'll let you know how that goes.
Hmm... what else? I still speak to Muscle every so often, usually by text. He's still hot, but why would that change? I saw him just before I went to NYC, when we met up after work for me to take my Scrabble board game back from him (I'd been to his place earlier this year and we played it, and naturally I won). He's cool though, just very busy it seems.
Tod is still Tod. Still undeserving, but I don't intend to marry him, so it still is what it is. I saw him when we got back from NYC, but before then the last time I saw him was in February I think. I don't have the time or energy to be dealing with baby-mama drama - not even slightly interested in it. It's one of those situations where he doesn't know what he wants, but he doesn't want me to not be there. I'm under no illusion about him and other women, as much as he tries to tell me there are none, I'm constantly hearing things to the contrary. It's not like I'm sitting here waiting for him to be ready for me, so he can do what he wants. I'm still (just about) keeping hope alive that I'll find someone to come with what I'm looking for, and I'm still searching and trying to be open minded, so one day... We won't go into the fact that I'm nearly 32 and banking on a six-month whirlwind romance, otherwise we'll be here forever.
In terms of my job... well I'm still at this place, but also still on my grind. Let's not talk about the day job, because I'm trying to be more positive in the things I focus on. So with the writing, I'm currently doing a couple of things: writing for a new UK men's magazine called Candy Mag. It is image heavy, but they have a few articles to hopefully engage females also. The models are semi-glamour models, so there is no full nudity, just implied, and though it is unpaid for now, it is something I don't mind doing because I do need to build my portfolio. I have also written biographies for a couple of models, to be used as a pitch to potential clients. In fact, let me name them now, so that when they become Supermodels, you'll know that I had a hand in it! Natalie Suliman and Sanya Hughes. Natalie has already been receiving press interest, as she is the owner of the famous pair of breasts used for Marks & Spencer's lingerie ad. Their manager also wants me to write a biog for himself and mini ones for his staff to go on their website and Wikipedia, which is great, because it's extra money in my pocket!!
So that's about it really, and new and I'll let you know. And I promise to do better with my updates, because my slackness isn't fair on the rest of you....
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Still Got It!
Dear Anyone,
Two days ago I was standing at the bus stop on my way to meet SP to go to my niece's christening reception, while on the phone to my cousin Wonder. I looked across the road and spotted two extremely pretty guys walking, one of them was short and cute, and the other was very tall and had quite possibly the most beautiful physique I think I have seen in real life. He and Muscle would have to fight it out to win the title. It was that good. I tried to paint the picture of the beauty I was seeing to Wonder (which is a bit of a waste of time, because she's into skinny men), and the shorter one crossed the road to my bus stop, while The Body stayed at the stop opposite.
I - being a normal female - had to keep sneaking looks across the road as often as I could, because it would just be silly not to. Then I noticed him take his phone out, dial, and put it to his ear. I said to Wonder, "I'll bet you any money he's calling his friend," and I was so right. I couldn't hear what was said, because The Friend was at the other end of the bus stop, so I just continued to ogle when I could, but it was a little hard, because I am short-sighted so I couldn't tell if he was also looking at me or not, and naturally I wouldn't want to make it obvious.
Then I noticed my bus approaching in the distance (which was a damn shame!), and at the same time The Friend was walking over to where I was standing.
"Excuse me," he said to me. "My friend would like to talk to you."
"You'll have to ask him to cross over, because my bus is coming," I said.
Then he went back on his phone and was saying, "She wants you to come over... awww - you're too late now, the bus is here. You're so slow! What's wrong with you??"
At that same moment, The Body's bus arrived, and he got onto it, so The Friend continued to diss him about his lack of action. I decided to sit upstairs on the packed bus, and so did The Friend, but he was more at the front of the bus. Wonder was in my ear screaming "Oh my gosh, you have to give him your number! You have to! You can't waste this opportunity!" But I didn't know how, because to go up to him would be so obvious, and other people on the bus would probably hear our conversation - tres embarassing for me! Then it occurred to me... I have my business cards in my bag! I decided that if The Friend was getting off the bus before me, I would go up to him before he got off, but luckily I was getting off before him, so I took my card out of my bag, approached him and tapped him on his shoulder:
"Tell your friend that it's not too late, he can have my card."
Then I got off the bus. Wonder was screaming in my ear again, which wasn't fair because I wanted to scream too! It was not at all in my nature to be that forward, but I didn't care, because I might never see them again.
About 45 minutes later, when SP and I had just pulled up outside my cousin's house, I received a phone call from a number I didn't recognise. I answered, and it was The Body. He told me that he didn't want to approach me himself, because he could see I was on the phone and didn't know whether I was speaking to my boyfriend, so he asked his friend to, and was shocked that his friend did it, as he is extremely shy. He seems like quite a nice, confident guy, but my only grievance is that he is younger than me, but I won't let that get in the way of the possibility of getting to know him.
YOU KNOW I WILL KEEP YOU POSTED!
Two days ago I was standing at the bus stop on my way to meet SP to go to my niece's christening reception, while on the phone to my cousin Wonder. I looked across the road and spotted two extremely pretty guys walking, one of them was short and cute, and the other was very tall and had quite possibly the most beautiful physique I think I have seen in real life. He and Muscle would have to fight it out to win the title. It was that good. I tried to paint the picture of the beauty I was seeing to Wonder (which is a bit of a waste of time, because she's into skinny men), and the shorter one crossed the road to my bus stop, while The Body stayed at the stop opposite.
I - being a normal female - had to keep sneaking looks across the road as often as I could, because it would just be silly not to. Then I noticed him take his phone out, dial, and put it to his ear. I said to Wonder, "I'll bet you any money he's calling his friend," and I was so right. I couldn't hear what was said, because The Friend was at the other end of the bus stop, so I just continued to ogle when I could, but it was a little hard, because I am short-sighted so I couldn't tell if he was also looking at me or not, and naturally I wouldn't want to make it obvious.
Then I noticed my bus approaching in the distance (which was a damn shame!), and at the same time The Friend was walking over to where I was standing.
"Excuse me," he said to me. "My friend would like to talk to you."
"You'll have to ask him to cross over, because my bus is coming," I said.
Then he went back on his phone and was saying, "She wants you to come over... awww - you're too late now, the bus is here. You're so slow! What's wrong with you??"
At that same moment, The Body's bus arrived, and he got onto it, so The Friend continued to diss him about his lack of action. I decided to sit upstairs on the packed bus, and so did The Friend, but he was more at the front of the bus. Wonder was in my ear screaming "Oh my gosh, you have to give him your number! You have to! You can't waste this opportunity!" But I didn't know how, because to go up to him would be so obvious, and other people on the bus would probably hear our conversation - tres embarassing for me! Then it occurred to me... I have my business cards in my bag! I decided that if The Friend was getting off the bus before me, I would go up to him before he got off, but luckily I was getting off before him, so I took my card out of my bag, approached him and tapped him on his shoulder:
"Tell your friend that it's not too late, he can have my card."
Then I got off the bus. Wonder was screaming in my ear again, which wasn't fair because I wanted to scream too! It was not at all in my nature to be that forward, but I didn't care, because I might never see them again.
About 45 minutes later, when SP and I had just pulled up outside my cousin's house, I received a phone call from a number I didn't recognise. I answered, and it was The Body. He told me that he didn't want to approach me himself, because he could see I was on the phone and didn't know whether I was speaking to my boyfriend, so he asked his friend to, and was shocked that his friend did it, as he is extremely shy. He seems like quite a nice, confident guy, but my only grievance is that he is younger than me, but I won't let that get in the way of the possibility of getting to know him.
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