If anyone was to question the enjoyment of being single, I would delight in reminding them of the benefits after my weekend. A common theme being intoxication and thinking the world is a nice place because everything is misty and calm. The next phase is then dutch courage. This usually occurs when you speak at a volume which you think is reasonable, and you are indeed yelling over people and well within earshot whilst dangling your champagne glass. Not good when you are referring to some slapper in jeans and insulting her on the fact she doesn’t have an arse. Only for her to turn around and ask who said that and for me to slyly spin around and pretend I’m inspecting the DJ’s extensive LP collection (which I was curious about anyway).
Aside from almost engaging in a bitch fight, after moving on to the next bar, I was rather awe struck by one of the barman. He was black and had the most beautiful face and smile. Utterly captivating. Most of my friends know that I’ve had an obsession and curiosity for the “chocolate love” variety for some time. Well curiosity didn’t kill this cat. It completely won it over. As we exchanged glances and smiles and I nervously watched him from afar for most of the night and acted like a stunned star struck teenager everytime he came to our table to clear it….. I wondered if I should be bold and actually speak to him….but my lack of confidence in this area inspired me to just watch him as he glided around the room. As the night ticked on and my friends grew tired of me tuning out and staring at the object of my affection…I was urged to do something about it. AND I DID. So I ambled over towards him, introduced myself and we chatted. The only downfall is that he is another Englishman. But I got past that in 2 seconds, we exchanged numbers and then I spent Sunday willing my phone to ring. And it did…he rang me twice. And then I spent the evening with him and he is one of the most divine human beings I’ve ever met. I could gush about his physique and his lithe limbs and soft brown skin, I could dream about his deep voice and laugh or the fact that he is a vision of perfection both in and out of calvin klein undies.
But the fact that he has studied art and history, is passionate about music, the arts and architecture …had me pinching myself. His big expressive brown eyes flicker with enthusiasm when he talks of travel and turned to sadness when he spoke of his homesickness. But like the addiction of chocolate sauce, I could drink in everything about this man. Somehow I think he rarely spends a night unaccompanied, but I’d like to think that I’ll see him again. Even if I don’t, I’ll savour the evening for many moons to come as it really was a fantasy come true…
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