bitful

South Africans do it better. But then the following day they disappear just before midnight, saying they're going to the toilet. I did the most idiotic thing ever, going all the way across town to this guy's place (we hadn't had a chance to exchange phone numbers yet) to check if he was alright (he wasn't feeling too well at the RVT).

Once I got there, I realized it was a stupid idea, as I could remember the street where I'd spent the night before, but not the house number, and all the houses naturally looked exactly the same. I hung around for a while and then got home all frustrated.

I might start stalking him, or rather, walk around casually along his street at 7:30 a.m. when he leaves for work. I've even got the perfect excuse not to look too desperate, as I need to give him back the t-shirt he lent me on Sunday.

I might write my name and number on 20 sheets of paper and put one in each house in his street.

I could also simply wait until next Sunday and hope he'll show up at the Vauxhall (one bit of information he has about me is that I'm a regular there).

Or just get on with my life and forget the whole damn thing.

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