'It's aspect inspired me with absolute dread,and, checking my horse, I half resolved to turn back.I soon,however,grew ashamed of my weakness,and proceeded.'
~Edgar Allen Poe
Is how I felt on Friday morning for lack of my own words and an apt replacement from a hero. I obsessed over outfit choice and got to the train station forty minutes early with nerves. Only to find out my direct train from Wakefield to Birmingham was cancelled. Panic. What now ?! I'm bloody determined for this not to be an excuse for me to turn around and go home to where I'm safe. I ask a station clerk , sporting a rather impressive five o'clock shadow and a foul shade of lipstick( yes female....I think) and she ... he ... it directs me to get the train to Doncaster (south Yorkshire) and connect to a direct train from there. FINE . Huff , sigh and other expletives. Large Mocha Mr. Costa 'Barrister' ( fucking yell you're a tea boy not a law professional) . Sightly cheered by the fact that although it is early morning and my schedule is already fucked that he has placebo on and I settle for ten minutes whilst he makes me my damn coffee. Cue him being a knob Curt Cobain hair in need of a wash , Axel aviators , douche bandanna he offers my coffee in exchange for my phone number instead of sterling silver . BUGGER OFF.
So It's just gunna be one of those days he talks AT me until I catch the train . On the train to Doncaster I focus on pouring half a cane field into my coffee whilst the idiot across from me .Supposedly watching a dvd on his laptop with a woman I assume to be his wife , watches my boobs bounce with the sway of the carriage ,unashamedly over the top of his upstart apple product. Fandabbydosey . Perv.
I get to Doncaster . Happy teacake ! Only one more train to go .......... WRONG! 'the train from Doncaster to Birmingham new street is cancelled' FML . Right finnnnne . I'll get the suggested train to Sheffield and try to connect there. The train ride across south Yorkshire is jam packed and icky sweaty. YUK. I'm getting crumpled. FAIL. I arrive at Sheffield I'm on the platform all of two minutes when again , CANCELLED. Right I want blood , I'm now 20 minutes off schedule and I'm creased as hell , these people are going to get me to Birmingham! So 20 minutes later I'm on a train to Derby where I connect to Birmingham. At last 40 minutes late , crumpled and having spilt concealer on my top , having totally given up on trying to look hot I meet 'The Boy'.
'The Boy' Is otherwise known as Chris . He's waiting for me at the station with a Thornton's chocolate easter bunny , he doesn't laugh at me too much when I manage to get myself lost at the station. He hugs me tight and looks genuinely ecstatic to see me. I open my mouth and as In all occasions where I don't know what to say, I say too much. Yap , yap,yap . Surely by now he knows your'e an idiot and you can stop fighting the urge to run away fast and just do it teacake. Nope . No such luck. He takes my sweaty hand and leads me away. I resist temptation to run and go with him willingly. He's sweet , he drinks too much coffee . He looks worried when I pick a table with a mile between me and him and we laugh at the hooker in the corner. He gives me a book he thinks I'll like , a graphic adaptation of abridged Poe stories . He evidently knows exactly what kind of sparkles to get. We walk to the museum , he grabs me and within the hour we meet he's kissing me with a satisfied smirk on his face.
The Boy takes me to the Museum , It's a beautiful day we get a photo permit and click everything In sight I look at the way cool exhibits intently and he just looks at me . We take silly photo's of each other and laugh and grope urns and decipher hieroglyphics with our own meanings. We debate art and steal kisses in the entry way. We leave for lunch , he's worried he'll miss it. He takes me to a lovely tapas bar by the canal side and stares at me intently and likes what I order , which makes me smile. He tells me he'd like to take me to the aquarium . I LOVE aquariums . I tell him about Chicago Shed Aquarium and the beluga whales. He takes me to the aquarium . He refuses to let me pay for anything which is amazingly sweet and awkward in turns. We look at the fish .Laugh when we can't find Nemo the invisible octopus. We 'watch' happy feet in 3D ,we kiss in dark corners and both try to ignore my luminous neon tits in the UV light (Cream shirt + white bra = fail) We admire the colour changing jelly fish and dance to no music in the shark tunnel . We watch the massive turtle over head. He disappears and comes back with a fluffy Nemo of my own. We die of laughter and steal kisses in the hall of mirrors.
I don't want to leave , the weather is perfection and I'm so comfortable I struggle to remember why I wanted to run away between the kisses . We go for coffee and he tells me what I already know , he wants to see me again and again and again . Regardless of whether I'm leaving the country in a few months . I'm glad he wants to see me . I want to see him . All the time . He's so kind and he's 100% honest with me . He honestly would just like to make me a happier person for no gain other than my company. He calls me all the time and I find myself wishing Yorkshire was a bit nearer the Midlands. He helps , Hes had me on a happy for weeks. I like my boy the banker , he wears a shirt everyday to work and is a bit of a euro goth at weekends. He likes all my favourite writers .He buys me the best little presents because he knows I'll like them . He calls just to know I'm still alive and well. He gets up at 6am every weekday morning and got up at 8am on a Saturday so I didn't have to be awake alone . He knows about the ins and outs of my neurosis and is still patient and careful with me when I don't make any sense. Yes , I am a bit mad about the boy . My boy . Right now.
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