oh my goodness I just saw this. it’s a comical tale so here’s a belated treat: we met and he was really beautiful, a quintessential cool artist, and we talked about our travels, studies, past stories and he told me all about his current artwork which was wonderful. he laughed at my anecdotes about disastrous nights out quite a lot. he’d quit smoking but we smoked anyway and got wine at another pub, I got drunk on hardly any drink. we left pub no.2, I fell over and got to the end of my road and then I basically ran away. he then sent me some messages saying that he hoped we’d go back to mine/he was attracted to me/some very artistic erotic fantasies but I was too drunk to process them. a few more messages were exchanged, we arranged another date as I was so curious about him and his art, he cancelled and then said when shall we rearrange for, i replied, he never replied. weird but I’m more frustrated that I never got to see the actual visual product of his artwork lecture. we live very close, I’ll probably see him around someday.
it’s my birthday tomorrow and i’m going to the Royal dress archives. i’m planning on wearing my new 30s midnight blue velvet gown, my most beautiful item of dress to pass my eyes thus far.