This has been stressing me out for a while now. And I think it’s only right I should put it out there and get all of your opinions on this. Guys and girls.

Here’s what happened;

I’m on my way back from work, during rush hour on what felt like one of the longest days of my life. I was going out for drinks as soon as I dropped my bag off home so I’d done my make up in the office and fixed up a little bit. Now I don’t know about you, but getting on the tube during rush hour has got to be one of the most annoying experiences EVAH (no typo). I’ve made it from Whitechapel to Kings Cross on the tube, which to me is a relief now I only have to get the Victoria Line straight to Brixton. I’m on the platform, just listening to music and the tube says seven minutes. (Which believe me, is a hell of a long time in ‘tube world’).

Next to me, is the cutest guy ever. He’s noticed me, I’ve noticed him. Someone’s walked past us and dropped their travel card without noticing and we’ve both bent down to pick it up as it blows towards the platform edge. Sidebar: I know how cliché this must sound. Anyway, we’ve both laughed, he’s run to give the travel card to the lady and come back to stand next to me. We’ve had a laugh and a joke about “No way would I have tried to catch it if it had blown into the tracks” and we’ve started talking. He’s 23, he lives local (in his own flat) but works in Kings Cross, he works as a manager at a mechanics and he’s got a little sister who he adores. He’s 5 foot 7. I’m 5 ft 5. He’s sort of a Chris Brown look-a-like with gorgeous eyes a silver stud in his right ear and a very cute dress sense.

We’re still talking, just general chit chat, he’s taking a real interest in what I do and we’re laughing cause he completely doesn’t have a clue about Grime music but loves it anyway. He’s basically really perfect.

The train’s arrived, and we’ve both gotten on it. Him first. Now please, at this part of the story think how packed Kings Cross station is at 6:30pm on a weekday and imagine how many people were trying to get on this same train. There’s one spare seat. He takes it. I swear to you, he sat down in the seat and casually carries on the conversation. “Yeah so you were saying.”

What? Did you just not offer me the only seat on the train? Did you just sit down and completely ignore the fact that I’ve got a massive bag hanging off my arm? Like what????

I haven’t said anything; I’ve just put my bag down on the floor and carried on listening to what he’s saying. We’ve got to Brixton and left the station. Then there was that ‘awkward’ moment. Lets be adult about this now, we all know what ‘awkward’ situation I’m on about. The part where you’re about to say bye to the person and you’re not sure whether you shake hands, hug, just say bye and walk off, exchange numbers, like that kind of awkward.

The conversations drawn to an end, he’s said (iQuote) “I don’t normally do this but I’d like to get to know you a bit more, you seem like a really nice girl, you don’t have to if you don’t want too but maybe we can go out for a drink sometime.” At this point my heart is beating like mad! Every part of me head is saying “Yes Chris Brown look-a-like who I’ve only known for 20 minutes. I’d LOVE to go out for drinks with you”. I smile and get ready to give one of those casual “yeah I suppose so” looks. “So can I have your number then?” he says…

“No”. Was my answer? “But it was nice talking to you, maybe I’ll see you around”. I smiled and walked off. He looked completely hurt/shocked/baffled/amazed. But he smiled when I turned and said “Nice meeting you too darling.”

I’m walking off, completely kicking myself that I never gave him my number. BUT. He took the last seat on the tube, so casually, that’s not very nice. That’s not very… what’s the word? Manly, of him. I wasn’t having that. No way… No girl should stand for that, it’s inconsiderate… Right?

Anyway, since then I’ve seen him on my travels from work and after about the sixth time I gave him my number. I presume we’re going to get married and have gorgeous Chris Brown look-a-like babies and live in the Bahamas etc etc. I haven’t told him about the ‘seat’ thing yet. Cause I still think it’s a liberty. But I’m right to be annoyed… right?

Answers on a postcard…

Toodles.

Sian