All the great events that had happened to me over the weekend had been dwarfed by this single and regrettable manifestation of my stupidness. I met a really fit bloke and I forgot to give him my bloody number!
The only details I have are:
- His name is Paul.
- He’s from Nottingham.
- His sister got married last Saturday in Mosley.
- He checked in at around 1:30AM at the Premier Travel Inn by the Chessington World of Adventures last Sunday morning.
See, I am not even fussy about keeping his name private because someone who knows someone he knows (and on and on…) might read this and let him know that I am looking for him.
Is he spoken for? I don’t know and I didn’t get to find out.
Isn’t me so pathetic? Really kicking myself real hard here.
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Wanna feel better? HE MIGHT’VE BEEN YOUR SOULMATE hehe
Nataranta ka siguro. :hyper:
Hehehe.
Got a dilemna on Saturday – we have tickets to a kids’ concert at 11AM but I wanna queue up at the NEXT summer sale that same morning! What’s a girl to do? :boggled:
to mikey: RUB IT ALL IN, will ya?
to celiaK: hmm…i’d go to the concert, if i were you. not really a big fan of the NEXT sales. too lazy to go through those piles and piles!
eeeee! sino yang cute na yan? ;-p hehehe!
yun nga, tanya…i won’t get to know him.
naku, kulang sa diskarte!
don’t fret. have you seen the movie serendipity? there’s hope!
to analyse: sinabi mo pa! boba me talaga!
to tin: haay tin, you give me hope.
*kicks Charl*
did you google him already?! sige na, kapalan mo na mukha mo and check at the Inn.