Hey.
You left in the ridiculous position of waiting for me to call; remember - all
men are bastards. Luckily, as you pointed out, I would make a good girl,
especially without the ginger beard.
So how are you? I assume that if you're reading this, you either got home
safely, or you've found a really really crap way to spend your dying minutes as
your plane hurtles towards the crazy Belgian soil.
My journey was crap. We almost missed the bus because of my lame dad (literally
- he twisted his knee whilst sliding down the slopes the ones which aren't
tea-trays. The drainpipe-looking ones).
But yes. We got there. In the airport there was this giant chupa chups lolly,
the size of my brain (two fists?) and it made me think of you. But it was €15
and also my mouth isn't that big.
One last thought... did you ever meet someone on holiday, and despite the fact
that they live in Belgiumland, they're almost 4 years younger than you, you're
on a date with your girlfriend, and you'll probably never see them again, you
still can't get them out of your head? If not, then take a good long drink of
vodka and email me back. If you have... then stop flirting with 10-year-olds!
dusk.
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