Sunday, 20 November 2011

"I do not normally do this..."

I woke up naked, hung-over and dishevelled... in a 5 star hotel in Knightsbridge. I can only imagine all the thoughts that have been conjured up into your head upon reading that sentence- but let me set the record straight- “I do not normally do this.”
Those were the first 6 words i muttered to the man i woke up next to.
But first let’s backtrack slightly. 3 months on from “The break up”, i had been on a few dates with other guys, had a few casual snogs, but nothing will ever compare to this first date. After meeting through mutual friends myself and the “new guy” hit it off straight away. Both going through similar situations we found a common ground in partying, having fun and not taking life too seriously. After a week of talking, the first date approached and the location was London. This caused me to feel slightly hesitant, after Adidas trainer guy- i did not want a repeat of that date.
I arrived at the train station (yet again) in a gold sparkly dress and heels when the fear struck through me- what if i am taller than him? This dilemma has never normally occurred to me, but looking over the platform to the date that was awaiting me the problem dawned on me. Walking down the stairs i steadied myself on the rail (after a few glasses of wine for Dutch courage) and calmly walked over to the man i was to spend my evening with. The alarm inside me gradually melted as i neared “the new guy”.  Saying a small prayer of thanks for choosing my smaller heels (3 inches instead of 5) we were peaking at the same height and any issues or problems i had were instantly washed away.
 After a few drinks on the train we were comfortable within each other’s company and ready to forget our troubles for the night. Beginning at Covent Garden (i think I’ve heard this somewhere before...), we started with a few more drinks. Out on the balcony of a beautiful roof terrace bar overlooking the courtyard we were chatting and getting to know each other- gradually getting tipsy as the night went on. Somehow the conversation turned to earrings and piercings. Betting my date that i could put his earring back into his ear, i drunkenly embarked on my challenge- only to drop the earring at the feet of my date and a crowd of wealthy city workers. Crouched down on the floor i frantically searched for the silver stud, only to find out later that the set of earrings were a 21st birthday present that cost £300. My heart was in my mouth. I couldn’t speak. Trying to focus my alcohol fuelled double vision eyes on a 3mm diamond stud was one of the hardest tasks i have ever faced. But i was determined not to have to fork out £150 to replace that earring. Thankfully- god only knows how- amongst all those Louboutins and Jimmy Choos, i found that little diamond. 
My heart eventually stopped jumping out of my chest and the colour returned to my face, we moved on to a world renowned nightclub. The drinks were flowing, and shapes were thrown. And a genuinely good night was had by the pair of us... however at 3am neither of us was ready for the night to end.
This was how i awoke the following morning in a 5* hotel in Knightsbridge. What went on in that room is for me to know and for you to never find out! But it was to be the start of a whirlwind romance like no other...
Remember the glass is always half full...

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