Sighting

ah man, I’m totally kicking myself. I left my jumper on the chair by the record player, and you walked up to the bar and poked me (you actually said you were poking me as you did it in this adorable self-conscious way, which I found hilarious). We got chatting about the cats in the pub, and my cat back home in New Zealand. My friend and I complimented your fantastic boots, following which you admitted to being 5’ 1” without them. I told a few jokes and you laughed, but I was too nervous to acknowledge it. I said it was nice to meet you, you left and I never even thought to ask your name. There’s half a chance in a billion that you’ll see this, but if that half chance is on my side, I’d love to see you again.

Drinks on me and a visit to the cats!