Loose ends
Sarah's one of the last people I had yet to meet from my online meeting days. It was always a purely platonic relationship - partly because I'd not been attracted to her, even though she's very attractive, but mostly because she was very happy with her long-term boyfriend.
We shared a dislike of the general public, and a love for cult stuff, along with childhood fads. Plus, she had a lost of eloquent venom, and had a comeback for everything. I liked her instantly.
However, even though she's never been more than 50 miles from anywhere I've lived, it's taken us more than two years to meet up. Call it laziness, or whatever, but that was just the way it happened. No matter though - there was no rush, and we weren't going to fall out of touch. Still, about a month ago, I decided enough was enough, and we decided to meet up and go on a world-hating mission.
Sarah's place is awesome. Along with her boyfriend, it's a grotto of awesomeness. Be it her six guinea-pigs, three ferrets and a cat, the room filled with old games consoles, accompanied by an entire wall of old games for things like the Panasonic 3DO, Atari Jaguar, Amiga CD32, Mega CD or Sega Dreamcast. Even better, in the front room were two glass cabinets filled with sci-fi and cult film and TV figures. From Optimus Prime to Neo, they were all there. I could have rummaged in there for days.
We arranged to go to Donington Market - the biggest hotpotch of stalls and counterfeit designer goods in the area - in order to look for all sorts of crap, along with the WrestleMania Anthology DVD set. Not for me though, these were for Sarah's bloke. What a guy.
Considering we had never met before, if felt like we'd known each other for years. Which, I suppose, we had... technically.
By the end of snaking through the aisles of stalls - mostly women's underwear, which we had a good look through for a laugh - I realised I need more friends like her. She's a ball of limitless energy, and always has something to say.
At one point though, I wandered away to look at a stall selling martial arts weapons and replica swords from fantasies like Lord of the Rings, or comic book films like Blade. But what caught my eye was a pair of sai daggers, just like Raphael's. If I'd had £20 in my pocket, I'd have bought them, as they were so fucking cool. I guess it was useful that I only had a meagre £7 jingling about.
I've promised myself that I'll see her one more time before I go to live in Walsall - but even after that, I'm sure we'll still go out for a piss-up from time to time.
We shared a dislike of the general public, and a love for cult stuff, along with childhood fads. Plus, she had a lost of eloquent venom, and had a comeback for everything. I liked her instantly.
However, even though she's never been more than 50 miles from anywhere I've lived, it's taken us more than two years to meet up. Call it laziness, or whatever, but that was just the way it happened. No matter though - there was no rush, and we weren't going to fall out of touch. Still, about a month ago, I decided enough was enough, and we decided to meet up and go on a world-hating mission.
Sarah's place is awesome. Along with her boyfriend, it's a grotto of awesomeness. Be it her six guinea-pigs, three ferrets and a cat, the room filled with old games consoles, accompanied by an entire wall of old games for things like the Panasonic 3DO, Atari Jaguar, Amiga CD32, Mega CD or Sega Dreamcast. Even better, in the front room were two glass cabinets filled with sci-fi and cult film and TV figures. From Optimus Prime to Neo, they were all there. I could have rummaged in there for days.
We arranged to go to Donington Market - the biggest hotpotch of stalls and counterfeit designer goods in the area - in order to look for all sorts of crap, along with the WrestleMania Anthology DVD set. Not for me though, these were for Sarah's bloke. What a guy.
Considering we had never met before, if felt like we'd known each other for years. Which, I suppose, we had... technically.
By the end of snaking through the aisles of stalls - mostly women's underwear, which we had a good look through for a laugh - I realised I need more friends like her. She's a ball of limitless energy, and always has something to say.
At one point though, I wandered away to look at a stall selling martial arts weapons and replica swords from fantasies like Lord of the Rings, or comic book films like Blade. But what caught my eye was a pair of sai daggers, just like Raphael's. If I'd had £20 in my pocket, I'd have bought them, as they were so fucking cool. I guess it was useful that I only had a meagre £7 jingling about.
I've promised myself that I'll see her one more time before I go to live in Walsall - but even after that, I'm sure we'll still go out for a piss-up from time to time.