When did everyone stop smoking. My lungs are having trouble with the clean air.
Clean? Spoke too quickly – a bus just went past me.
So you know this is all the same day. I am not quite sad enough to go back, well, at least not yet.
Ok (6:20) and someone very interesting looking has just got out of a cab. I assume a photograph as she is holding a big ass camera. I should follow her. No I cant, that would be crazy. If no one sees the craziness, is it really crazy? Look, no one is watching you watch her so just follow her. I make a good point. She walks, I follow.
As I write, I am standing across the street watching her as she starts taking pictures of watch appears to be …. Two men outside a building. They starting talking. I can’t hear. Music off. I listen in. I still can't hear. Get closer? No way, even I have my limits. (Or do I?)
Ok they stop outside a building, pictures taken, posing. Gay couple? Maybe. Shit she looks at me. I look out her, she quickly looks away. She demonstrates the “quick judgment look” well.
I look at around, wedding venue? God I hope not.
Photo shoot? Definitely not – I have watched enough Ugly Betty to know that.
Oh, a third guy comes out – first thought, weird planned foursome. You may think that’s some lucky lady. Trust me you would be wrong. Thoughts on first thought? Terrible.
Should I ask what they’re doing? Ok … Going in …
(6:35) Ok walking away from the scene and apparently I look like a tourist. Normally I would be insulted but it’s better than being thought off as a stalker. I could not ask what they were doing but asked for directions to Tottenham Court Road.
Meeting with Michel at 7 so still got time. What to do?
Standing at Oxford Street Station (6:40)
Not that rush was the hour but
More of the same
This time though
There are people waiting on the outskirts
Unlike me they were keeping themselves in their bubble
Not exploring other peoples.
Invasive I know
Not a big deal to see them waiting
It is a place to meet people.
Ok they are three POI (people of interest) waiting.
Grey T-shirt, sunglasses dude and fuck she’s gone already. Dame it!
Well that game was long lived
Hehehe … I am so in the way. I love it.
I am that guy that won’t move,
That obstacle that keeps you from getting to where you want to be
It’s weirdly empowering. Yea bitches, move around me,
Yea that’s it, you move around.
Fuck me, just noticed, even as an obstacle people still aren’t looking at me
They on auto pilot
It’s like I am a road sign. Empowerment lost.
There’s no eye contact in London. Londoners hate exposing their souls
Spotted a few feet away
A man gets irritated at woman with a wheelie case.
And eye contact was made – Hooray!
Note to self bring a wheelie case next time.
And I am on a role, Eye contact made with me.
Ok it was a policeman, probably wondering what the hell I am doing but
Beggars can not be choosers in this day and age.
Am I happy it happened?
Yes
That it was with him?
No
Because he was a policeman?
No
Because of what he look like?
Yes
Michel should be coming this way.
Will she spot me? Or
Will she not even look up as in theory we are not suppose to be meeting here.
Ok random spotting …. Carmen, yes its Carmen. A friend of a friend of my cousin, who is now a friend of mine. But she noticed me and came over. And even better, She’s someone I don’t mind seeing in London. We had a chat and decided we should meet up again soon.
Unlike a lot of these I do I hope this one happens. J
OK (7:05) I spot Michel. Will she see me?
And its confirmed Michel is a Londoner She walked right past me.
Surprised? Not really its Michel, she personifies London, it’s why we are friends.
Got to go eat. Laters”
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