Making our way over to the pub, we got there pretty early but the place was still packed with people (standing room only, Y'all!--don't worry, I don't actually say ya'll now, but Britt can tell you all about it). i almost immediately met this guy (called Paul) who heard my accent and asked me when I'd come to root for America. uhh, never, Paul! I'm all about ENG-GA-LAND ENG-GA-LAND ENG-GA-LANDDDDDD (my new fave drinking song)!! so he's like beautiful and funny and teaches at a high school for underprivileged kids. exxxxcellent. he was talking my ear off and being really friendly and sweet to my friends. I was pretty stoked about Paul. and then he introduced me to HIS friends, who immediately (one in particular, Becky, whose 23rd birthday it was) took and extreme and immediate disliking to me. I couldn't figure it out. then she and her friends started glaring and me with those looks that kill and whispering things that I can only imagine would haunt my dreams. not cool, becky. I was certain they hated me. it took me about 25 minutes to put it together but I sleuthed the shit out of this little mystery of hate and whispers. my dear friend Paul had a girlfriend SKEEZE WTF I HATE YOU. and apparently he "always does this" (hits on innocent and lovely girls like me) so I peaced outta his sightline asap and talked shit about him with his other friends. suck on that, Paul, youz a dick.
even though I'm acting like I was totally cool about it, at the time I was pretty distressed about this Paul business and even texted daniela, channeling emo tears of death. he really fooled me. so I attempted to drink my sorrows away via Snakebite (hip British drink). then i see this gaggle of 5 or 6 boys and immediately notice the tall one. he's got that sneaky, pretentious, evil but sexy look about him. I keep my cool. I then see a sign above the bar that says "Pimm's $10.90" (and by $ i mean pounds but my comp can't do that so like $16). and I turn to one of his friends who'd had his back to me and say something like "holy shit, is a pitcher of Pimms really worth that much?" And then I fell in love.
His name is Selim. He's German. 28 years old and in Film School in London for screen writing. he's very charming, and very funny, and has this creative pensiveness about him that I really like. he's got my number. let's see if the Deutschman can make some moves.
today was mostly a wash. didn't get much done except watch Love Actually and NOT do my reading for class. I should probs get on that.
hopefully this week will be really busy and exciting like last and I can write about actual things and not just about futbol and Pimms. LOVE! ck
of course you noticed the tall one, that's how we roll!!
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