A Curious Girl: Coming home

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOk, so did I write on Saturday? Methinks not. At least, I didn't tell you about the mega exciting event that was my sleepover. So what do I say? It was fun, although Abi insisted on talking through most of Curly Sue. Still, you can't have everything! Opened my cards and present (from Chris) at Midnight, Mum and Clive also gave me "Bloody Scotland", which should be amusing. Eric gave me a 'Happy 18th' card. I laughed at the time but in truth I was kind of hurt. Surely a friend can remember your age? But then, I ought to write to him more.

We watched 'The Craft' but I didn't really enjoy it all that much. I liked quite a few bits, but I'd seen it before so not much effect, really. It was nice to spend the time with my friends, but I feel strange about birthdays - in a way, I want to lap up all the attention I can get, but in a another way, I'd rather do it in my own way than simply making it another year. Clive embarrassed me, and I wish he wouldn't. He thinks it's so funny as well.

I finished 'The Scarlet Pimpernel' on Project Gutenberg, and found another book - the link is below!!

To quote Nicola, this is my 'quote of the day'

Mrs. T: Mr. DE's got something to show me tonight.

It was perfectly innocently said, but after she said it, there was a pause as everyone's minds processed it. And then the growing blemish on our innocence found the interpretation, and everyone started to laugh. Weird, really.

Chris is playing 'beat the Goth' and trying to get me to dress up all in white on Tag Day, so we can be the total opposite to Liz etc. who are going to go as Goth as possible. I wore white all today so I'm not all that impressed. I thought I might as well go the whole hog and dress up as an angel: I walked home from Chatham today so I could look in the shops. My walk was pretty uneventful until a man said, "I want to talk to you."

He was black, wearing one of those ultra reflactive coats under his jacket, so he must have been a road worker or something. I couldn't hear him half the time and his accent made communicating almost impossible. He pretty much interrogated as to Name and Address, I told him my name, but not my address. He asked for my phone number. I refused. He gave me his - it's a mobile number. As he was writing it down, I apologised, but he might be some kind of weirdo.

"I mean," I said, "You might be the kind of weirdo who stops a girl he's never seen before and asks for her phone number."

He claimed he had seen me before, a couple of days ago. I haven't been round that area for weeks, so unless it was on the bus, he was lying. I think he was trying to do the romantic "It's just love at first sight." I couldn't tell, because I could barely understand him. Oh well. He kept telling me to call. I said maybe. He said, "What do you mean, maybe?" In the end I said yes to get him off my back. I think I will get the bus every day from now on.

As the bloke who wrote '100 Chat-up lines' (It's my mother's) once said,

When a lady says no, she means maybe

When a lady says maybe, she means yes

When a lady says yes, she is no lady

So can I buy you a drink?

Is this what all men think of us? How pathetic. In Rochester I met a homeless man and remembered what Beth Redman in 'Soul Sista' said; "Twenty pence and a smile can make someone's day."

"Suppose you want some cash," I said. Not a great way to start, is it!

I was smiling. He said, "If you want," so I gave him some, and he said he wasn't going to ask me, as I looked a bit young.

I said, "Hell, a guy I've never met before just asked me for my phone number."

He said, "Take it as a compliment."

True. We talked for a bit, about work and Shakespeare - odd, the conversations you have with people you don't know! His name was Mike. He was a decent bloke. Yes, I liked this guy. He said a gay bloke had chatted him up once and he just took it as a compliment, even though he's not gay himself. A good idea, really, because what else can you do? It was nice talking. Then I went to the Second hand bookshop where the owner is really helpful, bought an Asimov, and walked home.

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