This morning I bumped into a guy. Okay, I didn’t really bump into him. I was sitting in a coffee shop, he walked in and across the cappuccinos he yelled:-
So much for a pseudonym.
He’s eccentric. He was wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, weird sunglasses and hadn’t shaved.
We hugged hello even though I had no idea who he was.
I loved the brush of his stubble against my cheek.
Before anything he told me he hates dogs, is clinically depressed, anti-social, twice divorced and has the second lowest libido in town.
It made me curious as to who has the lowest libido in town, but I realise I don’t care. I’ve never been competitive.
I hope this guy ditches the t-shirt. Gets a new pair of shorts. Maybe brushes his hair.
But I also hope he calls me.
For some odd reason, I am madly wildly attracted to him.