Not sure if I have told this one before. And she lives / lived in tooting so perfect for OLB. Met a girl on Tinder. All seemed quite nice till she comes round one afternoon and is a bit weird and gets weirder. I mean properly weird. Like freaking me out slurring and odd thoughts. I try and take her home and she starts shouting at me that she isn’t going to get in my car. This is outside my place and I am starting to freak out that somebody is going to call the police.
2 days later, and with apparently no memory of anything she fesses up via text that she took something ‘to relax her’ before she came round as she was feeling anxious. Who the fuck takes roofies before going rounds to somebody’s house for the first time? A liverner maybe, but roofies or whatever they were.
S to the WERVE. But she was other than that a lovely person, quite hot and she was doing well for herself in life.
I’e got a feeling that after that disastrous date in the day, I got a call from a lovely american lady and ended up at messy jason’s party on North London. God living in London was fun.
Ed I probably still have her number somewhere if you want it.
