On the night out that the Artist and I were going to spend the night together (we haven’t actually slept together as of yet), I met a guy.
Across a bar I saw him, and not too long after Runner told me to stop staring and I turned around, he was there asking whether he could take the empty seat beside me. God, he’s attractive with his blonde hair and smooth features.
Not too long into the conversation, he asked for my name. After seeing that he was wincing a bit, I asked for his.
We were incredulous. Laughing, we groaned at each other.
“But you’re so … fit !”
“And you’re so attractive !”
It turns out that this incredibly handsome man is the son of my mum’s best friend, and the brother of a friend of mine.
He was too lovely to leave, so after some chatting and kissing he gave me his number, and sure enough later on in the night he surprised me by waiting outside a nightclub for me to come out.
We spent the next hour or so in each other’s company since my friends deserted me without a word. I grabbed some pizza, and as we waited, he held me in his arms where I snuggled, trying to warm him up as much as doing it for comfort. He walked with me as I ate (he refused a piece and tried to shove it in a bush) though he was shivering and would not leave me until he knew that I was getting a taxi back. He was the ultimate gentleman.
Throughout this, I was waiting for news from the Artist who said that he’d come down from an event up the hill at the opposite end of town around 3. It was 3.30 and an hour or so earlier he’d told me to “hang on” as his friend had gotten into a fight (at around 7 I received a text saying that the friend had been arrested). He never made it and I went home, alone, after ordering my new acquaintance to go back inside the club (where the stamp they’d given me wouldn’t work again as it hadn’t been done properly) to get warm.
Moreover, Saturday was laughable and yet weirdly lovely.
I just wish the Artist would have been able to come down, and I wish he’d set up another date. Soon.