Yesterday I caught up with the Scottish Lab Manager.
I thought I’d be clever and ensure that I chose a place near
me, so selected the rooftop bar on the corner.
I wouldn’t have to think about
drinking; I could basically stagger down the laneway to home. It was an afternoon gig because that is less “date-like”;
more relaxed… And I selected an acoustic
gig that I figured most twenty year olds wouldn’t bother to turn up for.
All good until the Scot texted to say “this is a private
function”… Well, they didn’t have that
written on the sign! Still, apparently he
had created the hydroponic garden up on the rooftop so we got to slink in there
anyhow – and what a fantastic afternoon it was.
Very cool place which has an eclectic mix match of ‘stuff’ in every
available corner of floor and walls.
There were a couple of different guys singing and playing
guitar and a room of “not too young” people there to raise funds for a girl who
had thyroid cancer and needed drugs that weren’t on the list so basically cost
you a house to pay for it.
I met new people. The
pub owner who gave off a “coolish” vibe; and his partner who was dressed
rockabilly style with a little skeletal hand clutching her hair back. She had a little dog with a diamond collar
that followed her everywhere. There was a tall bald guy with a thick neck
who proceeded to flirt with me… This
gave me a little spring in my step considering he would have been lucky to be
forty; but the spring fizzled as I watched him try the same approach on every
old broad in the room.
One girl in particular I felt an instant connection too which
doesn’t happen often and I have collected similar people over the years; they
now make up by best friend circle… I
have a theory; well I was told a theory when I had my past lives read. I had gone there looking to be a lady, with
someone wearing my colours at tourney and instead, found myself a Frenchman on
submarine that sunk before the war. She
told me that I would meet people in life and feel and instant connection to
them; they were on the submarine also…
Oh I know its all crap, but still, I was intrigued by the story.
Our chat started with her saying “you look like Hugh Jackman’s
wife!” Which made me laugh; I mean I
haven’t heard that for a couple of months at least and prior to that, it was
basically all the time. We talked for
ages and then throughout the night, we would look up and catch each other’s eye
and wave.
She hunted me down at the end of the night and I’d already
written my number on a serviette as I was going to hunt her down and tell her
that if she ever feels like getting out for a drink over this way; call!. I’ll be interested to see if she actually
contacts me.
The date. Still
undecided. My passions are a slow moving
beast I’m afraid. When it hits, get out
of my way; but first I have to find someone prepared to wait for me to catch
up. I’m not in a hurry; not at all. In fact, I'm quite liking being single.
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!