Let’s continue enjoying the time machine we bought. There’s no point wasting it, particularly in this climate. It’s Sunday today but let’s dress it up and pretend it’s Friday again. If we could bottle that sweet smell and euphoric feeling that Friday at 5.30 gives us we could buy an Islington townhouse tomorrow at approx. 9.30am but we can’t so let’s regroup. As I write this I’m on the tube home after a mildly boozy Sunday lunch and it makes me nostalgic for said Friday night...
It started with me having no idea on what to wear (I was going out that night) the weather had turned from Mediterranean to Icelandic over night and what I had planned in my head did not accessorise well with rain and chilly temperatures. So Iopted with shoes with heels that match a glass of wine and a red geo printed dress, all from SHEIN.
It was one of those evenings that didn’t turn out as one had intended. A suggested civilised dinner disguised itself as me getting home at 2.30am. I needed a good night out to let my hair down and allow myself to be spoken to by the opposite sex that weren’t the 1 diamensial ones I often saw on my iPhone screen. The fact that the men in question were not a available for a future life didn’t matter, it was still to be approached. In a pub. In London.
Like all amazing grandparents, mine would always say ‘men are like buses, you wait for one and three come at once’. How true that is of last week. I had the ghost of dating past, the ghost of we’ve never actually met before but we have spoken on text a lot’ and the ghost of furure dating disappointment all influlate my WhatsApp. Being the girl I am that enjoys all that is vintage is more intrigued by the dating past ghost. Let’s go another round and if it doesn’t work out I’ve got a monthly travel card so I can always wait for another bus....
See you soon
Laura x
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