Well, a week’s gone by, and GG is back from Barcelona, with her beautiful accent and cheeky, suggestive comments (and that cute bum). I must admit I’m a bit confused. About what may or may not be happening, considering we don’t really know each other that well, at least not in a real, tangible way. But, in another way, we seem to know each other so intimately.
A snippet from her email today… ”I've felt the same since the moment I've met you. I go to bed thinking of you and I wake up thinking of you and hugging you. Yes, I too think we possibly have met in a previous life. It must have been a wonderful one too...”
Okay, I'm not a complete fool. I know its madness, but I can still feel myself getting sucked in, as if I never learnt any of those lessons, never made any of those mistakes, never asked myself why the f*ck I don’t just take things more slowly. But you know what? I don’t think I care. I mean, what’s life without passion?
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Erm...To beh onest, this posting made me want to puke up my dinner...
Well, you should have read before you had dinner.
Now, now, Sher... I might be from this little ant hill next to Europe but I can tell a southerner when I hear one. I'm almost a NY implant anyway, or I was once.
Mind you, have you ever heard anyone from Birmingham (UK, not Alabama)? Not pleasant, not pleasant at all!
Actually, I don't find the Birmingham accent at all bad. Especially compared to that Geordie accent. Sheesh. That's painful.
Usually when you try to go slow...is when you run head on as fast as you can. I'd say the woman wants you, pretty obvious from her email. How about you let 'fate' decide the pace (yeah I know that sounds really cheesy)?
Or scousers (err, that means from Liverpool). I bet you'd barely understand them. Best stick with boys from London :)
You're talking my language, NC. Ignore the puking up above.
Notting Hill! My favourite part of London too...
Can't wait for the next installment of this one
I bet! I'm working on it...
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