Re:How I met My 3rd Boyfreind
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Ooktavia (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: January 30, 2003 07:24PM
<HTML>Since you felt tantalized...... (and I have an exhibionist streak 3 miles wide)
The story opens on Millenium Eve. I go to a freind of a freind of a freind's party, in London, and we have a tremendously fun (booze) time, until we head down to the river and find everyone has taken all the spots that are not, in fact, muddy river bank. Stand on muddy river bank, watch freind eaten by gloopy mud hole.
I only go ankle deep. I have fun conversation with 3 total strangers.
I fish friend out, we watch fireworks, we depart via hideous tube hell home. Friend has lost shoes to sucking mud, the way my shoes smell afer mudbath, I wish I lost mine.
Flash forwards a month or so. I am now unemployed, and have much lesuire. I live in London, and the best place to get a free read in the warm, is the Waterstone's in Piccadilly, London, as it is so large- the largest bookstore in Eurpoe, no-one recognises you or cares how long you stay there. I decide to leave. Going down the stairs I see a bloke I know I know, but can't remember his name. He clearly feels the same. Are we going to speak????
As we stare at each other, Salman Rushdie and bodyguards walk down the stairs.
So, of course, we start talking. Firstly about SR, then about each other. We realise we know each other from the bank of the Thames. We decise to go and have a juice at the instore juice bar.
And that's that. If only I'd fallen more in love with him or he with me, we could be telling this story to our children.
(pause) Thank God we didn't.</HTML>