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I love birds. Yes, there's the obvious joke there, but this time I really mean the feathered kind. It's as if there's a 24 hour soap opera going on around the house. I just can't really get depressed properly anymore,because if I look out of the landing window a robin (he's called Rufus) will hop about, menacing the terrified baby blackbird,
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OK, picture it, 14th March 2005. We'd been emailing/IMing/texting for a month, after she saw my profile on Gaydargirls.com. It was her only day off, but I had to work from 6pm - midnight, so I said we could meet before my shift, and I'd catch the train from Newcastle station to work.
So, we'd arranged to meet at the station. I left the shared house I lived in and went to the bus-stop, and my phone rang. It was her (first phone conversation, eek!) telling me the trains had been taken off due to the weather, so she wouldn't be able to meet me that day. So, gutted, I went back to the house and grabbed my housemate's puppy for some cuddle-time. Sadly the puppy did not want me either, and pissed all over my hair!
I jumped into the shower, washed my hair and heard my mobile. It was Lisa, she'd managed to get a bus to the station, and would be there in half an hour AAARGH! No time to straighten my hair, so I just had to blow dry it and get redressed. I told her I'd be a little late, and to get a coffee while she waited for me. Got to the station, all nervous, and saw this teeny-tiny little ginger thing sat at the table!
In her words : "This person, surrounded by what looked like a purple cloud, walked through the doorway. Wow, that was some impressive hair!"
Oi you, this is MY story!
So, we said hello and she bought me a coffee, we chatted, and as it was freezing bloody cold we went to the local gay bars, which are only a five minute walk from the station. We ordered a meal each, I didn't know at the time that she wouldn't be eating much that next week, as she was skint, poor thing! We sang comedy songs at each other, by our fave local comedians (Reeves and Mortimer), and I dropped my handbag on the floor, spilling lollies and tampons everywhere. She thought I was hilarious, and couldn't believe I hadn't even blushed when my ChupaChup+Kotex Collection spilled all over the pub floor :D
Then, I had to go to work. Wah! She offered to walk me down to the platform but the train police were there, so we had to part at the barriers, very Brief Encounter. She had over an hour to wait for her bus home, I felt sorry for her because it was so cold. Before I was 30ft away from her my phone started beeping, and we sent about a million texts, and I was on the loo all night at work after nervously swigging about 4 pints of Coke!
We couldn't meet again till the 28th of March, again she cancelled, which was great as I was throwing up green stuff, and then texted to say she wanted to meet after all so I had to trowel on makeup to not look deathly ill. She had all her gay boys with her, very scary, but after a brilliant night I ended up 30 miles away from home at her house, and er... [next 8 hours redacted under obscenity clause] never really left! Ahh, such a classic lesbian cliche.
Can't believe it's been five years, I would've only got 6 for manslaughter... :D
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