In a particularly flirtatious mood one night in London, my friend, after a day full of beer/wine and girl talk, pushed me to go into a pub on my own. I became butterfly-in-stomach nervous and this is usually my cue to DO WHATEVER IS MAKING ME NERVOUS. Despite the fear. Despite the fact that I was being self-doubt-y and not walking the talk I had just talked about for the past four hours with my friend and OMG JAMIE GO INTO THE PUB YOU BIG, STUPID WUSS.
So, I went. And, I ordered a whiskey and Coke and it was incredibly crowded and I stood off to the side of the bar. I felt awkward and, being the calm and collected person that I am, may or may not have pretended to look at the door and check my phone for the DATE THAT DIDN’T EXIST. I’m awesome in a way. Not sure which way, but in SOME WAY.
Then, I decided I was going to leave. I didn’t finish my drink and I resolved to the fact that I should have trusted my gut and NOT gone into this pub and should have just gone back to my hotel and watched BBC. I made my way outside to get a taxi and as I was waiting, I looked over and saw someone cute. So, I went over to him and asked him for a cigarette (which is my new way of talking to a guy without actually SEEMING like I’m trying to talk to him. It’s genius, minus the whole unhealthy smoking bit, but save the lecture. I got this under control). He looked me up and down, approved of me (or so it seemed) and handed me one. I made a joke. And, within minutes, he was getting me a drink and within thirty minutes, he was telling me I was his date for tonight.
Well, that was easy.
At one point, we went over to this pub next door and grabbed some beers. Jamie (my date for the night and yes, same name) kept putting his arm around me, acting quite territorial and at one point, another guy we were hanging out with told me that their other friend was into me as well. So, I’m now the type of girl who goes to London, meets random guys outside a pub, and within an hour is involved in some weird love triangle? THIS IS WHO I AM NOW? I’m not entirely sure if I find this awesome or terrible, but I’m just going to go forward with awesome because I’m a half-FULL TYPE OF GIRL.
Too bad for the friend, I was interested in Jamie, who was coming on quite strong. He pulled me close in the middle of the pub and says, “You’re hot. I’m hot. You need to experience a European…”
“I just spent three months in Italy…”
“Well, then, you need to experience a British man.”
Then, he kissed me and after a second or so, I pulled away. I felt uneasy, not as drunk as him, and with the eyes of his friends all upon us. He asked me what was wrong. I don’t remember what I said, but it worked in some way and we went back to talking with his friends.
After about twenty minutes passed, he was talking with his friends and I was just listening, sort of in my own world thinking in my head, MY ENTIRE LIFE FEELS LIKE A MOVIE.
And, while I was deep in thought, I was caught off guard when Jamie, without any warning, grabbed me and pulled me close to him. He intensely kissed me and didn’t even give me the opportunity to be shy. The room completely stopped; a room full of people in a warm and crowded English pub fell away entirely. I felt my breath catch and when our lips finally parted, I swear my knees weakened and I was rendered temporarily speechless.
Well, that was amazing. (And is SO going in my book.)
He gave a smile of satisfaction, proud of what he had accomplished and I stood there trying to regain my normal pace of breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Slowly. I looked around, determined to meet the eyes of someone who HAD JUST SEEN WHAT HAPPENED AND OMG WASN’T THAT SO HOT AND AWESOME!? ANYONE? NO? JESUS CHRIST I NEED FRIENDS. OR A WINGWOMAN. OR A FILM CREW TO KEEP TABS ON MY LIFE SO A MOMENT LIKE THAT NEVER GOES UNDOCUMENTED AGAIN.
I mean, I have it on repeat in my head BUT I CAN’T YOUTUBE MY MEMORIES.
DAMN IT.
Someone from the future INVENT THAT.
It’s the 21st century and I can’t get a USB port into my head to extract memories? SHAME ON YOU INVENTORS.
SHAME. ON. YOU.
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i had that moment once, he was dutch. tall, blond, beautiful…..awwwwh. memories.
Shared cigarette breath? Sex.ay.
That’s not a lecture -not enough words.
Glad you’re having a good time, anyway.
Three things:
1) The title of this post alone made me smile.
2) You are definitely awesome, in whatever way you want to look at it.
3) This blog sounds like a decent substitute for recording the moment, even if it’s note YouTube-like invention from the future. Sounds like a smashing kiss! I loved reading about it (in a totally non-voyeur way, I assure you).
My guy was german, Axel Schafer. I was in london too, must be a thing about london that brings out the ultimate romance in a person!
First time commenter…
“THIS IS WHO I AM NOW?”
so funny haha
I love this
Almost as much as the bug story
And I agree with Katy, this blog is like youtubing all your good dramatic moments. I try to write mine down too because sometimes I find words can express the feeling much more than a photo or even video… how you experience it is never quite how literal reality is.
Listen Girl,
you’re just so much fun!
Everytime I read your blog I can’t stop laughing, you’re so spontaneous, smart, true, unconventional… I love it!
btw, I’m Italian and every time you describe italan people (I mean, guys) I say to myself that in fact that’s really the way they behave most of the time
Merry Christmas and have a great time in London,
Sara
Awesome! You need a Pensieve a la Harry Potter.
Mine was an Australian in a hammock in Seville and I definitely had a “THIS IS WHO I AM NOW?” moment right then!
First time commenter, found you when I came back from three months in Europe and your blog was recommended to me. Have loved reading it but definitely feel you on the pain of being back. And about the not being able to youtube memories. Someone needs to get on that shit ASAP.
That is what I consider a great night out. Any more fears on going into a bar alone?
lol! USB port for memories! now thaaat would be interesting! i think it’s so awesome that you’re writing a book
Doh – Amanda beat me to the Harry Potter Pensieve comment! Oh wells
I feel like the desire to have all great moments in life documented in some way is a sentiment that an older generation would look upon and be perplexed / frustrated / saddened by… in some way that reminds me of Garden State, but I can’t quite put my finger on it
loved this! annnnnd p.s. i’m comign to visit you and nicole, you can count on it. Since shes basically my sister.
Oh my, wow ! I need to get my fanny to London .. asap !
Also, I need to stop being such a wuss and go into pubs myself.. and I need to come up with a non-smoker way to approach cute guys, maybe ask them for the time ? LOL I suck. But I just can’t do smoking.