Nice Stalking to You

I have dealt with many mentally derranged human beings in my life, and a few have factored into my love live. A a couple of weeks ago, another routine 'crazy' cropped up. It was about time. The previous crazy (who you can read about here) had been around 9 months ago, and it seemed that the world was throwing me another for good measure.

What was supposed to start out as just a quiet dinner with a friend on a Friday night, turned into a chatty dinner followed by expensive Gin and Tonics at a Chelsea bar and then onto a slightly more expensive club where the g&t's tasted like they contained quadruple shots of Gin. This would have contributed to my rather large beer goggles when I started talking to a gentleman shortly after. Having established that his friends weren't nearby (or perhaps they were never even there...), I felt quite mean to tell him to leave... So I took pity on the short, average looking man, and may have treated him with a smooch before regretting it and telling him I was off to the ladies whilst already half legging it out of the club.

Once outside, my friend and I were trying to hail a cab home to no avail. Two guys next to us were doing the same thing, so naturally we got chatting.
I started teasing them after assuming that the two girls staggering away from them were originally being taken back to theirs and had changed their minds. The two guys found this amusing, told me I had good banter (I try), and invited me to their housewarming party the following night. We shared a cab that dropped them to their residence on The Kings Road, and headed on home where I blissfully collapsed into my heavenly bed.

The following day was naturally a write off, but that evening I'd agreed to have drinks in Camden with a friend who had been away for a month and a half.
It was a easy, chilled evening and I strolled home to bed at the ripe old time of 10pm, only to be woken up by a text from Taxi Boy at 3.35am.

"Hey...how was the rest of your cab last night? Are you out tonight?"

Now I'm no grandma, but it was 3.35am! What planet was this guy on!?
I replied the following day, and we engaged in a text conversation. It became clear early on that he was wanting to arrange some sort of meet up, but there was one little problem.... I couldn't remember what he looked like. At all. Nor was I sure I wanted to see him. He asked what my Bank Holiday plans were, and I said I was heading off to a spa. He then invited me to his friend's house for a BBQ that coming Tuesday.
Strange. No drinks, no dinner, just a casual meet and greet of ALL of his friends.
I text him on the Tuesday and politely declined. At this point in time I had made the decision not to contact him again, and had structured my text so that he need not reply, but then...

"No worries. How was the spa?"


I didn't respond. A few days came and passed and I thought he had got the message, so you could imagine my amazement when I received another text 4 days later.

02:34am: "Are you on The Kings Road tonight?"

Again I didn't respond. While I thought it was strange that he'd text again ( I wouldn't do so myself), I put it down to the weekend and the fact he may have been out drinking... Until the following night when I received this...

01:49am "Hey..."

02:17am 

Yes that's right. He text me a photo of some food. With no explanation!

The following day I received a full stop as a text from him, and since then, nothing thankfully! I am praying that I wont hear from Taxi Boy The Stalker again, but I have to say I'm fairly thankful that when life gets a little serious, the powers that be will always throw in something to tickle your funny bone.

Kiss from a Stranger

It was a Friday in mid August 2011 and little did I know that evening would turn out to be the most fun I'd have that year.
My friend and I decided to start our night off at a cool Kentish Town Pub, as we did most Friday evenings during the summer of 2011.
Marlboro Lights were smoked and double gin and tonics were sunk in the bustling beer garden, and after a few drunken shapes were thrown on the small dancefloor, we set off in pursuit of more space and better music.
We made our way to a Salsa Club in Camden and having persuaded the doorman to let us queue jump, we were debuting our Salsa moves in no time.
Another cigarette break in the outdoor area and we got talking to a few guys. We spent the rest of the night hanging out with them (on a platonic level) and dancing in that free, careless wild way you do when no one is watching you.
Before we knew it, the lights were on, it was time to leave, and despite the suggestion from a guy we met (who we affectionately christened 'Miguel back to mine') of a party back at his place which would consist of just us three, we left.
As we set off to find yet more cigarettes, there was no suggestion of retiring to bed.

Walking through the warm summer night air (made warmer by the alcohol content in our blood), I stumbled upon a guy who was walking in the same direction with his friends. There was something that instantly drew us towards each other, and we were dragging along slowly behind our friends. His name was Donald, which I instantly took the piss out off (apologies to any Donalds that may be reading!), and thus he was known as Donald Duck from that moment on.

A mere three minutes later we had lost our friends so decided instinctively to cross the street. When it became clear that we had no idea where we were going, we stopped walking and he kissed me.

The world stopped for a minute and we were frozen in time. He cupped my face in his hands and as his soft lips gently brushed against mine, I melted inside.
If ever I had had a 'movie-like' moment, this was it.

We were alerted by my friend loudly calling my name from the opposite side of the street, as though she feared I was gone forever, and slowly we made our way back to our parties.
His friends were waiting for him in a taxi and I declined his invitation of continuing my night with him. After a final goodbye kiss, we looked at each other in a way that was electric and indescribable, and with that he was gone.

I have kissed a fair few frogs in my time, but this kiss still remains as the best. Even now as I write this, I have butterflies.

All that, and it was a kiss from a stranger.

(Fun fact: The photo above was taken minutes before I would meet the kisser)