This is a story of a girl I met in Camden town when I lived in the City - London town. I was standing in line to get my doze of coffee at this Italian stand, full with home goodies and morning food (as food that wake the crap out of you). Still a little bit hammered from last night (and what a night?!), I looked up and sow this cute, tall girl beside me, waiting for her coffee too. Very detective like, I took my glasses off jut a little bit so I can see her eyes and of course compare if she was more ''after-party face'' than myself. Slowly I turned around towards her and at that exact moment she did too. We look at each other, smile and gazed away. I looked the other way and, I don't know why, felt that my face became red. I thought, wtf is happening to me - yesterday was a fucking good party if this things are happening to me the morning after.
Looked at my phone to see if my girlfriend is already somewhere near, but no calls or texts. Turned around to see if the girl was still there - she left.
As I walked down the Camden bridge, It got me thinking - why I was so impressed by that girl. You know that moment, when you see someone and really look at them and think ''Do I know you from some where? Did we met by any chance or I just knew you in my past life?'' My dear friend, whose name I will not say, would ask herself/himself ''Did I fuck you in this life or before?''
Ok, so I had my coffee, my sweets, a ''kitty cat'' in my head and my cigarettes. It was Sunday - chill day. You should never work on Sundays, you should always enjoy the day of rest and really rest your body and your soul (Ok, I feel a little bit of a life-speaker today).
As I sat down on a free ''scooter'' right next to the river and put my headphones on, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Thought it was my friend, which I was waiting for almost an hour, turned around and yelled ''You little fucker, where the f..'' and before I finished the line, I realize that it wasn't her, but she. The girl from the Italian stand.
I was shocked but stoked at the same time. Why was this girl constantly on my mind since the moment we crossed eyes and why I have this mixed feelings about her. So I stood there, saying nothing and just looked at her. She was smiling at my angry reaction and start talking how cute I look when I'm angry and that she had to find me after we met crossed eyes before. I was still speechless.
Her skin was chocolate brown, the Milka kind of chocolate, she had curly long hair, green eyes and full lips. Her body was shape like a well-made vase and her clothes fit her perfectly. White T-shirt and jeans shorts, simple as that. In one hand she had some old books from the fair (one of them was Stephen Kings - bingo!), her backpack was full with something and her other hand was holding a mini plastic skate. She was perfection and for the first time in my life I can say I had a girl crush. Serious girl crush.
After a while I start talking and we walked by the river to find a place to sit and ''Sunday chill''. Minutes, hours flew by and before I knew it was dark. We moved to a pub where we continue to talk, talk, talk, talk and .. well yeah, we flirted. A lot. What can I say, it felt so natural. In my mind there was only one thing ''should I kiss her or not? Is she into me or is just all in my head?''
The next thing, her lips were on mine. Soft, big and sweet. Her tongue touched mine and I felt something down there. I was turned on. Our looks found each other and we both had the same thing on our minds. She said the magic words ''lets get out of here''. I couldn't agree more.
to be continued..
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