Oh dear...
11.55pm, Friday 27th February.
Daisy staggers from pub in Clerkenwell with absolute intention of taking beer (well, dry white wine) taxi home. Stumbles slightly and grabs lamp post as pavement in wobbling in alarming earthquake type manner. Boy (who went on a couple of dates a few years ago with Daisy and is now 'friend' in same social circle) comes out of pub and takes Daisy's arm.
Boy: I think we can still get the last tube home
Daisy: Exshellent, thank you Boy... Could you jusht hold onto my arm for a moment, I think the pavement is quite uneven here.
*Insert blank memory here (but was in a group so am sure was quite safe).*
Late, On last Metropolitan line tube.
Boy: Come on Daisy, this is your stop
Daisy drops handbag, and scrambles to pick up purse, lipstick and keys, exiting tube just in time not to get head caught in door
Half way home, sudden sober thought
Daisy: Boy.... Why are you here? You don't live here?
Boy: I'm walking you home.
Daisy Oh, OK - thanks... *thinks* Can we get a pizza?
Boy: Sure, and also I wondered, can I kiss you please?
Shocked pause while Daisy drops handbag.... again.
Daisy: No. no you can't, I've got a boyfriend actshually. You know that *hic* I told you THAT. I think I told EVERYONE *waving handbag in alarming fashion* after my 19th glass of wine..... and I'm not that kind of *hic* girl!
Boy: *Panicked and blushing* Oh my, is that the time?? I err better go and err find a taxi. Bye Daisy...
Daisy: Oh... Bye then
Left alone on dark pavement Daisy waves to Boy half heartedly, looks around her slowly, stumbles slightly and walks the rest of the way home, picking up a large deep fried pizza on the way.
Daisy: *mutters* bloody bastard could have walked me home... *crams pizza into mouth* Still, men who needs them? I can get myshelf home anyway... *takes several attempts to put key in lock and turn it*
At home, very very late
Sits on kitchen floor drinking wine and smoking aimlessly. Attempts to call Jk in New York. Fails (thank god)... Staggers to bed and falls asleep with shoes on.
Poor Boy - I really home he doesn't remember.... or doesn't care...
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(1.3.04 14:08)  Sorry to hear he just left you mid-way! Sheesh, that is so ungentelmanly... He could have at least had the decency to finish walking you home, even if he did know his cunning plan to get a kiss had failed...
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(1.3.04 17:22) Peej - bless. You think he was after a kiss? Awwwwwwww ...... |
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(1.3.04 17:50) You mean he wasn't just a sweet naive little boy wanting a peck on the cheek? |
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(1.3.04 17:54) Cheapskate too - 'escorting' you home on the tube Daisy... no style at all! |
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(1.3.04 18:00) Yeah, surely he could have afforded a bus ;-) |
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Daisy (1.3.04 18:14) As I recall, that was one of the reasons we never got beyond date 2 years ago... Still, at least I got home, in one piece, ate before sleeping and didn't manage to get hold of Jk - all in all rather a success!! |
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(1.3.04 18:20) Abserbloodylutely Daisy - I thought you did exceedingly well .... Worn your lovely new jacket yet?? Hmmm??? |
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(1.3.04 18:24) See, even when your drunk you've got good standards, I applaud you ;-) |
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Daisy (1.3.04 18:29) Not yet (too chilly) might wear it all night though - and sleep in it...xxx |