So on Saturday night I was out with some friends in some Soho menber’s club. Happened to meet this guy who’s the brother of a friend of a friend.
Anyway, Mr.Brother lives in Canada and is flying back on Wednesday. It however appears he’s gotten slightly obsessed with me in the span of the approximate 30 minutes he spent talking to me…
He’s trying to convince me to go for a drink with him before he leaves, I’ve refused saying I’m detoxing now…to which he suggested a coffee with the following msg following it:
“Thats cool. Worst case I can tell my friends I had coffee with a Goddess when I get back to Canada” and “Man, you looked amazing last night”…
I have now officially been called a ‘Goddess” – albeit by an apparently mad person who shows signs of immense stalker-potential, but still..I can tick that box before I go into my grave. *sigh*.
