I would like to start with apologising for not posting for the last few days, but I promise that I have good reasons, which you will defiantly hear about below!
Saturday was an every uneventful morning as I had to cover Chloe’s shift at work, however for some strange reason I caught myself thinking about brad more than just a few times. So I decided to txt him. It was a simple txt but left the door open (I hoped) for him make his move! This is how the txt went;
Hey Brad, How are you doing? This is????? From the bookstore in Covent Gardens. Just wanted to say thanks 4 helpin me choose the books they are flying out the shop! Have a good day.
I have to admit it did take me about half an hour to write that txt. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, because I didn’t want to seem to forward, but in the end I decided if he didn’t txt back or txt back saying, ‘You’re a complete freak don’t txt me again.’ There are 3 other bookshops I can buy from in London so that will show him! Ok, I know I do let my thoughts run away with me sometimes. Well guess what…. Within 5 minutes of sending the txt my phone rang, and it was BRAD! I let it ring s a few times before I answered it, because I didn’t want to seem desperate. I was so excited that I can’t actually remember what we said on the phone, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I wrote the essential information down on a piece of paper I would have would have had no idea that Brad was picking me up for our date at the Jaz festival at 7pm tonight! WOOOOOO!! After I got over all the excitement all I could think was, ‘What am I going to wear?’
I left work early so Anna (my flat mate) could help me find something to wear. Now, Anna has an amazing dress sense! She is always up on the fashion and is exactly the same size as me.
I arrived home and dumped my bag and coat on the living room floor and we headed straight for our dressing room. Yes, you did read that right….we have a dressing room. Well actually it is a spare bedroom, but Anna and I decided not to have another flat mate and convert the bedroom into a dressing room, where both mine and Anna’s clothes, shoes, and bag live. After, an hour of trying on about 500 different outfits….ok, so it wasn’t actually 500 outfits, but it felt like it, I settled on a black polo-neck t-shirt, skinny fit jeans, and black knee high boots. I looked good if I do say so myself, when I finished getting ready the nerves hit in. I always hate the time period where you are just waiting because my nervous just go through the roof, but before I got too bad the door bell rang. All I could this was, ‘He here! Brad’s here!’ I run to the door, but then realise that I’ve legged it over too fast so waited the other side of the door and counted to 15 just so I didn’t seem too desperate! As soon as I opened the door I’m sure my jaw hit the floor. Brad was standing there with the light just behind him wearing a white shirt (a few buttons undone at the top), a pair of jeans, and a pair of smart brown shoes. Well if this wasn’t my Mr Darcy then I don’t know who is. I know I got a bit carried away again.
Brad drove us to the Jaz festival which was just outside of London so it took just under an hour to get there, but it was alright because the conversation was easy going and I really enjoyed the ride. Brad did score some points when he stopped in the petrol station and picked up some galaxy chocolate. We arrived at the Jaz festival and I wish I had thought a little bit more about my outfit as it was a festival in a field so I did ruin my favourite boots, but it was well worth it. The night as a whole was amazing. We shared various types of traditional festival foods (I did drop some food on Brad’s lap, but he laughed which gave me a flush of relief), watched some amazing bands, and just genially had a laugh. There was a downside to this date. Brad and I were laughing and joking whilst walking over to the main tent, when we bumped into Pete (my mate I went to church with last Sunday). I don’t know what it was but he just seemed odd and gave Brad the once over. After we bumped into him he just wouldn’t leave us alone. At first, it wasn’t a problem. Pete came with us to see the band in the main tent, and then followed us to the seating area outside, and when it was time to leave he followed us over to the car park. By this time I was getting a little agitated about Pete crashing-in on my date, well I was a little agitated when he followed us out to the seating area. Pete explained to us that he was here on a date, but it was a complete and utter disaster and his date had left leaving him to catch a train back into London. What could we do, but offer him a lift back into London! Well we finally dropped Pete off at his house, and Brad drove me back to my flat. Brad said he had really enjoyed himself, and we should do it again sometime. I got out of the car, waved goodbye, and then he drove off. I don’t really what to make of his goodbye, it seemed sort of vague. What does ‘we should do it again’ actually mean? Argh, I also hate the ends of dates where you are sitting back at home with a cup of tea analysing everything that has gone on! Needless to say, I really enjoyed myself, and hope Brad will be giving me another call sometime soon.
Not much has happened since Monday, because I have been sick with the flu! I have been off work all week, but I feel better now, and will be going back to work tomorrow morning….Oh, Joy! Well I best be getting some sleep now, and I really do apologise for not posting, but hope you all understand.
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