Dating in the 21st Century: Part 2

I never thought there would be a sequel to Dating in the 21st Century but here we are...

After work last night I walked to Charing Cross station as I usually do to catch my train home. Before I boarded the 18:06 train I popped into WH Smith to pick up the latest copy of Black Hair Magazine  as I was dying to see my  “Weaveover” feature on page 58/59. Yes this is a blatant plug. The Weave and I, a review of my experience wearing weave will be posted next month.

Anyway back to the story...

So after passing 3 carriages, I finally gave up hope of finding a seat and entered the next carriage. I chose to perch myself on those pointless side seats that have a slight slant, meaning sitting is not an option and so its more like a bum rest that also happens to partially take the weight of your feet, yeah you know the ones.  

As usual my head was in The Evening Standard and I only looked up to find out what station the train was at. I noticed I was at London Bridge but that wasn't the only thing. I recognised the man who got on the train. I stood up from the fake seat to get a better look through the sea of people. Could it be? Was it who I thought it was? OH MY GOD...it was... MR B!

I leaned back in disbelief and then my head scrabbled for ideas of what to do next. Heck there was only one thing to do. I picked up my bag and made my way over to him. The amount of times I said “Excuse me” in order get pass people, felt like a flipping eternity and then... I was there. His head was down, he didn’t see me so I tapped his arm and smiled. He looked up, did a double take and then took the earphones out of his ears. The look, that particular look got me nervous. His look told me I was in the doghouse. I wasn’t surprised and amongst my shock I was happy because here was my chance to finally explain. It was just annoying that it had to happen on what felt like the quietest train in the world.

I spoke, he listened. It felt like forever as I relayed what happened in all its embarrassing glory. Intertwined within the story was the frequent use of “Oh my God” and “This is nuts". I wouldn’t be surprised if I said both words over 30 times in the space of 10 minutes because this whole scenario has been and is nuts. What if I hadn’t stopped at WH Smith? What if I didn’t get on that particular carriage? This can only be fate right?

Mr B thought I had deleted him and so when the message “Lisa Bent is no longer a contact would you like to re-add?” popped up when he tried to message me, he had no interest because in his mind I deleted him. I challenged him to say he could have re-added me to find out why I supposedly deleted him. His response was “Why? I just thought you deleted me, thats that.”  I fully get it, however if the reverse happened I would have re-added him, because as long as I knew I hadn’t done anything to warrant being deleted than well, I haven’t done anything wrong. Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, ain’t that the truth.

He believed me. I was happy he believed me, even though it would have been just as easy for him not to. That doghouse look disappeared and the one that I recognised within the pretty eyes had returned. We spoke and the levels of last nights random meeting just seemed to get even more surreal.

I, he, we, both found each other again without looking, though I have learnt my lesson.

I will never farce with my phone before a date

I will never relay soley on a bb pin

This I am afraid is where the story ends. Early this morning I received a message from him saying "Loved the blog" in reference to my first posting. "What happened to Mr A? and what is going to happen with Mr B, now that you have reconnected?"followed. It was only a matter of time before he found my blog and to be fair I would have told him anyway. 

Will there be a part 3,4,5 or even 6? I don’t know, but if there is that will be between me and Mr B :-)

~THE END~

Related Posts: 
1. Dating in the 21st Century: Part 1
2.The Big Conversations: Review
3.Catch me Cupid: Review

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